No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change. <br />Thy pyramids built up with newer might <br />To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; <br />They are but dressings of a former sight. <br />Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire <br />What thou dost foist upon us that is old, <br />And rather make them born to our desire <br />Than think that we before have heard them told. <br />Thy registers and thee I both defy, <br />Not wond'ring at the present, nor the past, <br />For thy records, and what we see doth lie, <br />Made more or less by thy continual haste: <br /> This I do vow and this shall ever be: <br /> I will be true despite thy scythe and thee.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-123-no-time-thou-shalt-not-boast-that-i-d/
