full fathom five thy father lies of his bones are coral made those are pearls that were his eyes nothing of him that doth fade but doth suffer a sea change into something rich and strange see nymphs hourly ring his nail hark now I hear them dingdong Bell when Daisy's pied and Violet's blue and lady smarks all silver white and cuckoo buds of yellow Hue do Paint The Meadows with delight the cuckoo then on every tree marks married men th sings He word of fear unpleasing to a married ear when Shephe
rds pipe on o and straws and merry Lars A plowman's clocks when turtles tread and Rooks and do and maidens bleach their summer smoks the cuckoo then on every tree mocks married men for thus sings He cuck oh word of fearing to a married ear shall I compare thee to a summer's day Thou Art more lovely and more tempered rough winds do shake the darling buds of May and Summer's leas hath all too shorter date sometime too hot the eye of Heaven shines and often is his gold complexion dimmed and every f
air from Fair sometime declines by chance or Nature's changing course untrimmed but thy eternal Summer shall not fade nor lose possession of that fair thou owest nor shall death brag thou wander in his shade when in Eternal lines to time thou grow so long as men can breathe or eyes can see so long lives this and this gives life to thee where the bee sucks there suck I in a cow slip's bell I lie there I couch when ows do cry on the bat's back I do fly after summer merrily merrily merrily shall I
Live Now under the blossom that hangs on the bow come onto these yellow Sands and then take hands curtsied when you have and kissed the Wild Waves whst put it featly here and there and sweet Sprites the burn beark Bo wow the watch dogs bark Bow Wow hark hark hark I hear the strain of strutting chanta clear cry down but doth suffer a sea change into something rich and strange CS hourly ring his nail hark now I hear ding dong bell on the bat's back I do fly after summer merrily merrily merrily sha
ll I Live Now under the blossom that hangs on the bow like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore so do our minutes hasten to their end each changing place with that which goes before in sequent toil all forwards do contend Nativity once in the man of light crawls to maturity wherewith being crowned crooked eclipses against his glory fight and time that gave doth now his gift confound time doth transfix the flourish set on Youth and delves the parallels in Beauty's brow feeds on the Raritie
s of Nature's truth and nothing stands but for his side to move and yet to times in hope my verse shall stand praising thy worth despite his cruel hand
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