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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