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