| 1 | Busy old fool, unruly Sun, | 1 | Death, be not proud, though some have called thee |
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| 2 | Why dost thou thus, | 2 | Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; |
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| 3 | Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? | 3 | For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow |
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| 4 | Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run? | 4 | Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. |
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| 5 | Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide | 5 | From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, |
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| 6 | Late school-boys and sour prentices, | 6 | Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, |
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| 7 | | 7 | And soonest our best men with thee do go, |
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| 8 | Go tell court-huntsmen that the king wil ride, | 8 | Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. |
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| 9 | Call country ants to harvest offices; | 9 | Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, |
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| 10 | Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, | 10 | And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, |
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| 11 | Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. | 11 | And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well |
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| 12 | | 12 | And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? |
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| 13 | Thy beams so reverend, and strong | 13 | One short sleep past, we wake eternally |
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| 14 | Why shouldst thou think? | 14 | And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. |
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| 15 | I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink, | | |
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| 16 | But that I would not lose her sight so long. | | |
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| 17 | If her eyes have not blinded thine, | | |
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| 18 | Look, and to-morrow late tell me, | | |
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| 19 | Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine | | |
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| 20 | Be where thou left'st them, or lie here with me. | | |
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| 21 | Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, | | |
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| 22 | And thou shalt hear, "All here in one bed lay." | | |
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| 24 | She's all states, and all princes, I, | | |
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| 25 | Nothing else is. | | |
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| 26 | Princes do but play us; compared to this, | | |
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| 27 | All honour's mimic, all wealth alchemy | | |
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| 28 | Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we, | | |
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| 29 | In that the world's contracted thus; | | |
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| 30 | Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be | | |
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| 31 | To warm the world, that's done in warming us. | | |
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| 32 | Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere; | | |
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| 33 | This bed thy centre is, these walls thy sphere. | | |
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