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To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. (lines 7-8)
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, (line 1)
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, (line 2)
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: (line 4)