Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws

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 fleet'st
And do what e'er thou wilt, swift-footed time
To 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 brow
Nor 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