LXIII.

Against my love shall be, as I am now,

With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn ;
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 fleepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing or vanish'd out of fight,
Stealing away the treasure of his fpring;
For fuch a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My fweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
His beauty fhall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.

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LXIV.

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich-proud coft of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I fee down-razed,
And brass eternal flave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm foil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or ftate itself confounded to decay;

Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,

That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.