Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn

1Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,

2When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,

3Before these bastard signs of fair were born,

4Or durst inhabit on a living brow;

5Before the golden tresses of the dead,

6The right of sepulchres, were shorn away,

7To live a second life on second head;

8Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay:

9In him those holy antique hours are seen,

10Without all ornament, itself and true,

11Making no summer of another's green,

12Robbing no old to dress his beauty new;

13 And him as for a map doth Nature store,

14 To show false Art what beauty was of yore.