Sonnet XXII
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old, | 1
So long as youth and thou are of one date; | 2
But when in thee time's furrows I behold, | 3
Then look I death my days should expiate. | 4
For all that beauty that doth cover thee | 5
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, | 6
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me: | 7
How can I then be elder than thou art? | 8
O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary | 9
As I, not for myself, but for thee will; | 10
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary | 11
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill. | 12
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain; | 13
Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again. | 14
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