...seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may...

...that it may be. He starts a sonnet with 'To me, fair friend, you never can be old', but continues : Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceiv'd. (104) Can both be true? One way or another, we shall surely come up against the...

...Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.1 Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may...