Against my love shall be as I am now With Time`s injurious hand crushed and o`erworn, When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow With lines and wrinkles, when his youthful morn Hath travelled on to age`s steepy night, And all those beauties whereof now he`s king Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight, Stealing away the treasure of his spring: For such a time do I now fortify Against confounding age`s cruel knife, That he shall never cut from memory My sweet love`s beauty, though my lover`s life. His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, And they shall live, and he in them still green.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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