sonnet 5

Those hours, that these idle moments did frame
The dead-eyed gaze shows that the head doth swell,
Will tonight and last be the very same?
And those deep draughts which fairly do excel;
For all these drunken nights leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with drink, and ambition quite gone,
Beauty unseen and bareness every where:
Then summer’s distillation only 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 when sad memories with winter meet,
Leasing forgetfulness and numbness is sweet.

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