Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 63
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 63 (Shakespeare).
63Against my loue shall be as I am nowWith times iniurious hand chrusht and ore-worne,When houres haue dreind his blood and fild his browWith lines and wrincles, when his youthfull morneHath trauaild on to Ages steepie night,And all those beauties whereof now he's KingAre vanishing, or vanisht out of sight,Stealing away the treasure of his Spring.For such a time do I now fortifieAgainst confounding Ages cruell knife,That he shall neuer cut from memoryMy sweet loues beauty, though my louers life.His beautie shall in these blacke lines be seene,And they shall liue, and he in them still greene.