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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