Sonnet 5
b'
Those hours that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
Will play the tyrants to the very same,
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there,
Sap check\\u2019d with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o\\u2019ersnow\\u2019d and bareness every where:
Then were not summer\\u2019s distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty\\u2019s effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.
\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 But flowers distill\\u2019d, though they with winter meet,
\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 Leese but their show, their substance still lives sweet.