I took a picture of a ufo, I think. The green lights in the sky.

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O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem

By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem

For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

The canker blooms have full deep a dye

As the perfumed tincture of the roses,

Hang on such thorns and play as watonly

When Summer's breath their masked buds discloses;

But for their virtue only is their show

They live unwooed and unrespected fade - 

Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;

Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odurs made.

And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,

When that shall vade, by verse distils your truth.

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Not marble nor the gilded monuments

Of princes shall out live this powerful rhyme,

But you shall shine more bright in these contents

Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time.

When wasteful war shall statues overturn,

And broils root out the work of masonry,

Nor  Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn

The living record of your memory.

'Gainst death and all oblivious enmity

Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room

Even in the eyes of all posterity

That wear this world out to the ending doom.

So, till the judgement that yourself arise,

You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

56

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said

Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,

Which but today by feeding is allayed,

Tomorrow sharpened in his former might.

So, love, be thou; although today thou fill

Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,

Tomorrow see again, and do not kill

The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.

Let this sad interim like the ocean

Which parts the shore where two contracted new

Come daily to the banks, that, when they see

Return of love, more blest may be the view;

As call it winter, which being full of care

Makes summer's welcome thrice more wished, more 

                rare.