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William Shakespeare - Sonnet 65: "Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea..."
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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
  But sad mortality o`ersways their power,
  How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
  Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
  O how shall summer`s honey breath hold out,
  Against the wrackful siege of batt`ring days,
  When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
  Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays?
  O fearful meditation, where alack,
  Shall Time`s best jewel from Time`s chest lie hid?
  Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back,
  Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
    O none, unless this miracle have might,
    That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
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