"No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face."
"I will not look upon the quickening sun, But straight her beauty to my sense shall run; The air shall note her soft, the fire most pure; Water suggest her clear, and the earth sure; Time shall not lose our passages."
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Source: c.1595 Elegies, no.12,'His Parting from Her'.
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