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.


Sonnet 104, l. 1


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.

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.

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.

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.