Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, <br />And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; <br />Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, <br />And burn the long-liv'd Phoenix in her blood; <br />Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets, <br />And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time, <br />To the wide world and all her fading sweets; <br />But I forbid thee one more heinous crime: <br />O, carve not with the hours my love's fair brow, <br />Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen! <br />Him in thy course untainted do allow <br />For beauty's pattern to succeeding men. <br />Yet do thy worst, old Time! Despite thy wrong <br />My love shall in my verse ever live young.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xix-devouring-time-blunt-thou-the-lion-s/
