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Sonnet CXXIII
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
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Thy pyramids built up with newer might
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To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
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They are but dressings of a former sight.
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Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire
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What thou dost foist upon us that is old,
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And rather make them born to our desire
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Than think that we before have heard them told.
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Thy registers and thee I both defy,
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Not wondering at the present nor the past,
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For thy records and what we see doth lie,
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Made more or less by thy continual haste.
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This I do vow and this shall ever be;
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I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee.
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