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-lived phoenix, in her blood, <br />Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st, <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 most heinous crime: <br />O carve not with thy 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-19-devouring-time-blunt-thou-the-lion-s-p/
