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-lived phoenix, in her blood,
Make glad
and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
And do
whate'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 thy
course untainted do 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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