Sonnet 123
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I
do change
«William Shakespeare»
No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change,
Thy pyramids built up
with newer might
To me are nothing
novel, nothing strange,
They are but
dressings Of a former sight:
Our dates are brief,
and therefore we admire,
What thou dost foist
upon us that is old,
And rather make them
born to our desire,
Than think that we
before have heard them told:
Thy registers and
thee I both defy,
Not wond'ring at the
present, nor the past,
For thy records, and
what we see doth lie,
Made more or less by
thy continual haste:
This I do vow and
this shall ever be,
I will be true
despite thy scythe and thee.
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