[00:04.00]Those hours that with gentle work did frame[00:07.00]The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,[00:10.00]Will play the tyrants to the very same[00:14.00]And that unfair which fairly doth excel;[00:19.00]For never-resting Time leads summer on[00:22.00]To hideous winter and confounds him there;[00:25.00]Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,[00:29.00]Beauty o'ersnowed and bareness everywhere.[00:34.00]Then, were not summer's distillation left,[00:37.00]A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,[00:41.00]Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,[00:45.00]Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was.[00:53.00]Leese but their show, their substance still lives sweet.[00:4900]But flowers distilled though they with winter meet,