- 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-liv'd phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons, as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world, and all her fading sweets;
B But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
o C A 0 CArve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
N N or 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.