Against my love shall be, as I am now...
Sonnet 63Against my love shall be, as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn; When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night, And all those beauties whereof now he's king Are vanishing or vanish'd out of sight, Stealing away the treasure of his spring; For such a time do I now fortify Against confounding age's cruel knife, That he shall never cut from memory My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life: His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, And they shall live, and he in them still green. |
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I’m thinking ahead. To when my lover will be as old as I am now: time-wasted, wrinkled, pale, at the end of his life’s journey, and not the gorgeous youth he is today. When that time comes, whatever Time does to my love, his beauty will still be see shining for all to see, through these black scratches I make on the paper.