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Sonnet LXXVII
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
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Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
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The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
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And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
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The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
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Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
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Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
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Time's thievish progress to eternity.
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Look, what thy memory can not contain
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Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
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Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
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To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
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These offices, so oft as thou wilt look,
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Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book.
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