Shakespeare, 10th October

The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye

As the perfumed tincture of the roses,

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But, for their virtue only is their show,

They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade,

Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;

Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.

Sonnet LIV