1 Against my love shall be, as I am now,
2 With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn;
3 When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
4 With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
5 Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night,
6 And all those beauties whereof now he's king
7 Are vanishing or vanish'd out of sight,
8 Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
9 For such a time do I now fortify
10 Against confounding Age's cruel knife,
11 That he shall never cut from memory
12 My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
13 His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
14 And they shall live, and he in them still green.
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