Sonnet 5

Those hours, that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,Will play the tyrants to the very sameAnd that unfair which fairly doth excel:For never-resting time leads summer onTo hideous winter and confounds him there;Sap cheque'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where:Then, were not summer's distillation left,A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,Nor it nor no remembrance what it was: But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet, Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
It's fairly unfair how time's chillingyour beauty; please get to distillingthat lusty young essence before its senescence.You've heard the whole thing re: Seed Spilling.