SONNET 5	PARAPHRASE
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame	Time, that subtly did make
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,	your gaze so beautiful,
Will play the tyrants to the very same,	will also be the tyrant
And that unfair which fairly doth excel.	that 'unfairly' makes the beautiful un-beautiful.
For never-resting time leads summer on	For summer always leads into
To hideous winter and confounds him there;	a hideous winter and 'murders' his beauty.
Sap cheque'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,	With frozen sap and leaves gone
Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where.	Beauty is covered with a cold and barreness.
Then, were not summer's distillation left,	Then, if not for the distillation of flowers, (like rose oil)
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,	suspended in a glass phial,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,	the effect of beauty would be lost,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:	and nothing of its beauty would be remembered:
But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet,	But when flowers are preserved during winter
Lose but their show; their substance still lives sweet.	they may lose their outer form; but their sweet smell and fine look remains.