My veg know should grow Vaster than empires, and more than slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eye and on thy forehead watch; Two hundred to esteem each breast, solely thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to any part, And the last age should sharpen your heart. For, Lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Times flyèd chariot top(prenominal) near; And yonder each(prenominal) before us prevarication Deserts of vast eternity. Thy steady shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall break My echoing song: then worms...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Orderessay
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