Sonnet 19: Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws

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-lived phoenix, in her blood,Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,And do whate'er thou wilt swift-footed TimeTo 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

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