Devouring Time – Sonnet 19

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,

And make the earth devour her own sweet brood,

Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,

And burn the long-liv’d phoenix in her blood;

Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet’st,

And do what e’er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,

To the wide world and all her fading sweets:

But I forbid thee one most heinous crime,

O, carve not with thy hours my love’s fair brow,

Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;

Him in they course untainted to allow,

For beauty’s pattern to succeeding men.

Yet do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,

My love shall in my verse ever live young.


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