So far along time has been good to you
it has brought a soft glow upon your face
but time that matures does age us too
what began as a stroll becomes a race.
For once you did beg for more time to pass
yet the same time soon takes a speedy gait;
the seasons begin to change far to fast
and all signs of beauty soon fade away
When a beautiful flower has been drained
and its sweet essence has been stored away
none of that flower's beauty remains
not even memory sees light of day
Human and flower may both beauty lose
but even after this do both have use
Original:
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
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