Those lines that I before have writ do lie, <br /> Even those that said I could not love you dearer: <br /> Yet then my judgment knew no reason why <br /> My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer. <br /> But reckoning time, whose million'd accidents <br /> Creep in 'twixt vows and change decrees of kings, <br /> Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, <br /> Divert strong minds to the course of altering things; <br /> Alas, why, fearing of time's tyranny, <br /> Might I not then say 'Now I love you best,' <br /> When I was certain o'er incertainty, <br /> Crowning the present, doubting of the rest? <br /> Love is a babe; then might I not say so, <br /> To give full growth to that which still doth grow?<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-cxv/
