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
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