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Against that time, if ever that time come,
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night;
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity;
So all their praises are but prophecies
Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
The humble salve, which wounded bosoms fits!
   Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life,
   That she that makes me sin awards me pain.

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