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Christmas day.  First sonnet:

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CIV

  To me, fair friend, you never can be old,

  For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,

  Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold,

  Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,

  Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd,

  In process of the seasons have I seen,

  Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,

  Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

  Ah! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,

  Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd;

  So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,

  Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:

    For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:

    Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.

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First, the volta:  It’s the yet in line 9, i.e. at the Petrarchan place this time.  More striking is the prominent cæsura in line 3, marked with a period to make sure that I don’t miss it  J  Tha metaphor is developed in such detail!  Lines 4 and 5 might have seemed commonplace without line 7.  The Pointe und Wirkung is delayed until the final line of the sonnet, which definitely adds to its Wirkung  J  I’ll post another in the evening.