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William Shakespeare - Sonnet 19: "Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion`s paws..."
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Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion`s paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger`s jaws,
And burn the long-liv`d Phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate`er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one more heinous crime:
O, carve not with the hours my love`s fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen!
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty`s pattern to succeeding men.
   Yet do thy worst, old Time! Despite thy wrong
   My love shall in my verse ever live young.
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