Against my love shall be as I am now <br />With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn, <br />When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow <br />With lines and wrinkles, when his youthful morn <br />Hath travelled on to age's steepy night, <br />And all those beauties whereof now he's king <br />Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight, <br />Stealing away the treasure of his spring: <br />For such a time do I now fortify <br />Against confounding age's cruel knife, <br />That he shall never cut from memory <br />My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life. <br />His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, <br />And they shall live, and he in them still green.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-63-against-my-love-shall-be-as-i-am-now-2/
