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# ## 12 ## Overview This is a section of text extracted from a larger document, identified as `pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt` ([file](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)). It is labeled "## 12" and contains lines 10362-10386 of the source file. The section appears to be a portion of a poem or play, possibly by Shakespeare, based on the included text. It was extracted on January 30, 2026. ## Context This section is part of the chapter "[SONNETS.](arke:01KG6S4GWYPZNAPTTX8SV5VW42)" within a larger work. The source file "[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)" was assembled from numerous other files. The section is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. It is preceded by section "## 11" ([section](arke:01KG6S5NSFHH6WA8BTXJTFETX3)) and followed by section "13" ([section](arke:01KG6S5NSHKEYMDTVGEYZYD9ZF)). ## Contents The section contains the text of what appears to be a Shakespearean sonnet, beginning with the line "When I doe count the clock that tels the time." It also includes the heading "## B3" and a page marker "Page 493" linking to [page](arke:01KG6QHPHFKZNQSBD09KTQP54V). The text discusses themes of time, beauty, decay, and the importance of procreation to defy time's effects.

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## 12 When I doe count the clock that tels the time, And see the braue day funck in hidious night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls or siluer’d ore with white: When lofty trees I see barren of leaue, Which erst from heat did canopie the herd ## B3 And <!-- [Page 493](arke:01KG6QHPHFKZNQSBD09KTQP54V) --> # SHAKESPEARES And Sommers greene all girded vp in thehees Borne on the beare with white and bristly beard: Then of thy beauty do I question make That thou among the wastes of time must goe, Since sweet and beauties do them-selves for sake, And die as fast as they see others grow, And nothing gainst Times fieth can make defence Saue breed to braue him, when he takes thee hence.

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