Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXXIII

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff


 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 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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