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el esplendor de tus lozanos años,

no digas que en tus ojos espectrales,

pues sonará a artificio o a descaro.

Darás más digno empleo a tu apostura

si puedes contestar: «Este hijo mío

redime mi vejez, cuadra mi suma;

mi patrimonio está en su parecido».

Llegada la vejez, su joven vida

calentará tu sangre que se enfría.

III

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest

Now is the time that face should form another,

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest

Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.

For where is she so fair whose uneared womb

Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

Or who is he so fond will be the tomb

Of his self-love to stop posterity?

Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee

Calls back the lovely April of her prime;

So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,

Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.

But if thou live remembered not to be,

Die single, and thine image dies with thee.

III

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