shakespeare in 63. sonesi
against my love shall be, as i am now,
with times injurious hand crushd and oer-worn;
when hours have draind his blood and filld his brow
with lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
hath travelld on to ages steepy night,
and all those beauties whereof now hes king
are vanishing or vanishd out of sight,
stealing away the treasure of his spring;
for such a time do i now fortify
against confounding ages cruel knife,
that he shall never cut from memory
my sweet loves beauty, though my lovers life:
his beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
and they shall live, and he in them still green
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