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- # 104
## Overview
This is a section of text labeled "104" extracted from the file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). It represents a single sonnet. The section spans lines 12165-12182 of the source file. It was extracted on 2026-01-30T06:24:08.806Z by the `structure-extraction-lambda` process.
## Context
The section is part of the "SONNERS" chapter [SONNERS](arke:01KG6S4D9EKTFTRX4K37SBJKRD) within a larger poetry collection. The source file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) was assembled from numerous parts and is included in the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. This section is preceded by section [103](arke:01KG6S5MQZ1566DQE7CGVEBASE) and followed by section [105](arke:01KG6S5MR3TQP0J19942XEFH01).
## Contents
The section contains the text of Sonnet 104. The sonnet addresses the theme of enduring beauty and the speaker's unwavering affection. It discusses how the subject's beauty seems unchanged since the speaker first saw them, despite the passage of time ("Three Winters colde"). The poem explores the idea that beauty, like a sundial's hand, subtly diminishes without being noticed. The final couplet suggests that the subject's beauty existed before age was even conceived.
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- TO me faire friend you neuer can be old;
For as you were when first your eye I eyde,
Such seemes your beautie stills Three Winters colde;
Haue from the forrests shooke three summers pride,
Three beautious springs to yellow *Anumus* turn’d,
In procese of the seasons haue I seene,
Three April perfumes in three hot lunes burn’d,
Since first I saw you fresh which yet are greene,
Ah yet doth beauty like a Dyall hand,
Steale from his figure, and no pace perceiu’d,
So your sweete bew, which me thinkes still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceased.
For seare of which, heare this thou age vnbred,
Ere you were borne was beauties summer dead.
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