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To me, fair friend, you never can be old, | |||
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, | |||
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold, | |||
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, | |||
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, | |||
In process of the seasons have I 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 perceiv'd; | |||
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, | |||
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd: | |||
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred: | |||
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.}} | |||
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- Editor: Carlotta Ferrari (submitted 2016-04-01). Score information: A4, 10 pages, 328 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Shakespeare's Sonnet 104
Composer: Carlotta Ferrari
Lyricist: William Shakespeare
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SSATB
Genre: Secular, Unknown
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold,
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd,
In process of the seasons have I 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 perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.