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The Sonnets - Shakespeare, 2. The 1609 Quarto Version

2. The 1609 Quarto Version

WHen fortie Winters ſhall beſeige thy brow,

And digge deep trenches in thy beauties field,

Thy youthes proud liuery ſo gaz'd on now,

Wil be a totter'd weed of ſmal worth held:

--

Then being askt,where all thy beautie lies,

Where all the treaſure of thy luſty daies;

To ſay within thine owne deepe ſunken eyes,

Were an all-eating ſhame,and thriftleſſe praiſe.

--

How much more praiſe deſeru'd thy beauties uſe,

If thou couldſt anſwere this faire child of mine

Shall ſum my count,and make my old excuſe

Proouing his beautie by ſucceſſion thine.

--

This were to be new made when thou art ould,

And ſee thy blood warme when thou feel'ſt it could.

--

Read by Luke Amadeus Ranieri


2. The 1609 Quarto Version

WHen fortie Winters ſhall beſeige thy brow,

And digge deep trenches in thy beauties field,

Thy youthes proud liuery ſo gaz'd on now,

Wil be a totter'd weed of ſmal worth held:

--

Then being askt,where all thy beautie lies,

Where all the treaſure of thy luſty daies;

To ſay within thine owne deepe ſunken eyes,

Were an all-eating ſhame,and thriftleſſe praiſe.

--

How much more praiſe deſeru'd thy beauties uſe,

If thou couldſt anſwere this faire child of mine

Shall ſum my count,and make my old excuſe

Proouing his beautie by ſucceſſion thine.

--

This were to be new made when thou art ould,

And ſee thy blood warme when thou feel'ſt it could.

--

Read by Luke Amadeus Ranieri