No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change...
Sonnet 123No, 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 wondering 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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I can see through your machinations, Time. Just because we’ve
only got a short lifespan, we have an ant’s-eye view of things: so when you
show us ‘ancient’ pyramids and wonders we reckon they’re unique, rather than
being continual re-hashes of similar efforts.
Well, pull the other one. You can dominate us by the force of your speed as much as you like, but I’ll be faithful for ever, no matter what you do.
Well, pull the other one. You can dominate us by the force of your speed as much as you like, but I’ll be faithful for ever, no matter what you do.