Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce lion's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whatever thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O! carve not with thy hours my love's sweet brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to suceeding men.
Yet do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.