[00:00.00]Forty Winters - Sonnet 2 - Caroll Vanwelden
[00:10.02]Written by：Caroll Vanelden
[00:20.05]When forty winters
[00:23.02]Shall beseige thy brow
[00:30.99]And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field
[00:41.58]Thy youth's proud livery
[00:46.92]So gazed on now
[00:52.22]Will be a tatter'd ** of small worth held
[01:05.13]Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies
[01:15.89]Where all the treasure of thy lusty days
[01:24.13]To say within thine own deep sunken eyes
[01:34.27]Were an all eating shame
[01:45.70]How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use
[01:56.69]If thou couldst answer 'this fair child of mine
[02:07.58]Shall sum my count and make my old excuse '
[02:17.22]Proving his beauty by succession thine
[02:27.42]This were to be new made when thou art old
[02:37.65]And see thy blood warm
[02:41.22]When thou feel's the cold
[02:46.91]When
[02:50.71]Forty winters
[02:58.10]Shall beseige thy brow