Those lines that I before have writ do lie, <br />Even those that said I could not love you dearer: <br />Yet then my judgment knew no reason why <br />My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer. <br />But reckoning Time, whose million'd accidents <br />Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings, <br />Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, <br />Divert strong minds to the course of altering things; <br />Alas! why, fearing of Time's tyranny, <br />Might I not then say, 'Now I love you best,' <br />When I was certain o'er incertainty, <br />Crowning the present, doubting of the rest? <br />Love is a babe, then might I not say so, <br />To give full growth to that which still doth grow?<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-115-those-lines-that-i-before-have-writ-do-lie/
