hours that with gentle work did frame,
The lovely gaze where every eye
Will play the tyrants to the very
And that unfair which fairly doth
For never resting time leads
To hideous winter and
confounds him there,
Sap checked with frost and lusty
leaves quite gone. Beauty ore-snowed and
Then were not summer's
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of
glass, Beauty's effect with
beauty were bereft,
Not it nor no remembrance what it
But flowers distilled
though they with winter meet, Leese but their
show-their substance still lives sweet.
Note the repetition of the following words, we
beauty, beauty, winter, winter, summer, summer.
9th, 10th and 11th Lines. These lines refer to the distillation
flowers like roses-called rose water-
and we are told that there would be
lost both the rose and the rose water
-your own beauty and the beauty of
your unborn child.
Here we are told that those hours (time) which did frame
lovely gaze (looks) will oppress (play the tyrant) and be
(unfair) to something which excels (has good qualities) that
turns summer into winter and confounds (overthrows) it-then
summer's distillation (of flowers) is then in a glass-that
effect were bereft (robbed) so there is no remembrance of what summer was like, that such flowers in winter
lose their appear-
ance but their substance being distilled is still sweet.