If all were minded so, the times should cease, And threescore year
would make the world away. Let those whom Nature hath not made for
store, Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish. Look whom she
best endowed, she gave the more; Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in
bounty cherish. She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby Thou
shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
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The poem, when compared to a summer’s day, is better; its beauty and mildness do not end as summer along with its “summer’s day” does. The reader wonder why the speaker, just after claiming his intention of comparing the poem to a “summer’s day,” then first compares it to a spring day—“the darling buds of May.”
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