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 my self, 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-old/
