Dylan Nordhagen
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Sonnet XIX
Devouring Time,
blunt thou the 🦁
l
i
o
n
'
s
p
a
w
🦁,
And make the earth devour her own
sweet brood
;
Pluck
the
k e e n t e e t h
from the 🐯fierce tiger's jaws🐯,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make
glad
and
sorry
seasons
as
thou
fleet'st,
And
whate'er
swift-footed

do
thou wilt,
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:
D
e
s
p
i
t
e
t
h
y
w
r
o
n
g
,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
William Shakespeare © 1609