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Helen Chow Period 3B 3/23/18 Poetry Response Sonnet 60 William Shakespeare Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Shakespeare begins this poem by a simile that compares minutes to waves. One wave after another, crashing onto the shore, just like one minute replacing the one before. Following the Shakespearean sonnet format, the next quatrain explains the timeline of a person’s life from birth to death by comparing to the sun rising until an eclipse

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