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Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws... (Sonnet 19)
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.
1Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage 2Sonnet 130: My Mistress' Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun 3Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee 4Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold 5Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea 6Sonnet 19: Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws 7Sonnet 147: My love is like a fever, longing still 8Sonnet 20