"No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face."
"I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den?"
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Source: Songs and Sonnets The Good-Morrow (published 1633)
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