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Sonnets > Sonnet #68, Week 56, March 20

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message 1: by Candy (new)

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Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
Before these bastard signs of fair were born,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
Before the golden tresses of the dead,
The right of sepulchres, were shorn away,
To live a second life on second head;
Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay:
In him those holy antique hours are seen,
Without all ornament, itself and true,
Making no summer of another's green,
Robbing no old to dress his beauty new;
And him as for a map doth Nature store,
To show false Art what beauty was of yore.


message 2: by Janice (JG) (new)

Janice (JG) This is not the first poem where S rails against cosmetics and artifice in appearance... but I didn't know that hair taken from the dead was made into wigs.


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