My glass shall not persuade me I am old <br />So long as youth and thou are of one date; <br />But when in thee Time's furrows I behold, <br />Then look I death my days should expiate. <br />For all that beauty that doth cover thee <br />Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, <br />Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me. <br />How can I then be elder than thou art? <br />O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary <br />As I not for myself, but for thee will, <br />Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary <br />As tender nurse her babe from faring ill. <br /> Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain; <br /> Thou gav'st me thine, not to give back again.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-22-my-glass-shall-not-persuade-me-i-am-ol/
