William Shakespeare

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumèd tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their maskèd buds discloses;
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwooed and unrespected fade,
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
    And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
    When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.

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Posted by Lawren at April 9, 2004 05:25 PM

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Yay!!1! Welcome to our world!

Says: Madfish Willie at April 9, 2004 05:42 PM

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Yay!!!

Says: CD at April 9, 2004 10:27 PM

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THANKS! :)

Says: Lawren at April 10, 2004 05:06 AM

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