Sonnets to Delia - Sonnet 33

I once may see when yeres shall wreck my wrong,
When golden hayres shall change to silver wier:
And those bright rayes that kindle all this fire
Shall faile in force, their working not so stronge;
Then beautie (now the burthen of my song)
Whose glorious blaze the world doth so admire,
Must yeeld up all to tyrant Time's desire:
Then fade those flowers that deckt her pride so long:
When, if she grieve to gaze her in the glasse,
Which then presents her winter-withered hew,
Goe you, my verse, goe tell her what she was,
For what shee was shee best shall finde in you
Your fierie heate lets not her glorie passe,
But (Phenix-like) shall make her live anew.
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