1. 1. Presenting:William Shakespeares Sonnet 60 By: Hunter Fleming
2. 2. And the Battle it has with
3. 3. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goesbefore, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
4. 4. Minutes pass by as frequently as the Ocean waves ride in to the shore
5. 5. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crownd,Crooked eclipses gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
6. 6. We are BornWe are YoungWe GrowWe ThriveWe AgeWe Die
7. 7. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beautys brow, Feeds on the rarities of natures truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
8. 8. Time causes Wrinkles It takes away Your beautyDeath is near
9. 9. And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,Praising thy worth, despite his cruel
10. 10. But I am still ALIVE
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