,: Then, were not summer's distillation left ,—— A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, , Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft, , Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.
sharing is an idea state, a wisdom and distillation.
But the pièce de résistance here is the very distillation of what debt crisis junkies call "Extend and Pretend.
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same And that unfair which fairly doth excel: For never-resting time leads summer on To hideous winter and confounds him there; Sap cheque'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone, Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where: Then, were not summer's distillation left, A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft, Nor it nor no r
