Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws
Sonnet 19Devouring 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 fleet'st, And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time, To the wide world and all her fading sweets; But I forbid thee one most heinous crime: O! carve not with thy 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. Buy and Download...Click HERE
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Time who destroys everything, go and take the sharpness from lion's claws. Make Earth take back all she's ever created. De-fang tigers, and put a stop to the phoenix’s immortality next time she tries to regenerate. Bring good and bad luck pell-mell down as you rush by: whatever you feel like, to the world in general and all things in it.
Just one thing I'd ask you to lay off: don't turn my love wrinkly with age, nor scribble on him with your mad old pen. Leave him just as he is, as a template of beauty to generations to come.
Still, never mind. Do what you want to him as well. Despite anything you can do, my love will always be young in this my verse.