<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421464" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 07</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,<br> Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!<br> My hasting days fly on with full career,<br> But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.<br> Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth<br> That I to manhood am arriv'd so near;<br> And inward ripeness doth much less appear,<br> That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.<br> Yet it be less or more, or soon or slow,<br> It shall be still in strictest measure ev'n<br> To that same lot, however mean or high,<br> Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n:<br> All is, if I have grace to use it so<br> As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Milton">John Milton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421464" data-title="Sonnet 07 de John Milton" data-description="How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to manho..."></div> </div> </div>

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