| NO, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change | |
| Thy pyramids built up with newer might | |
| To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; | |
| They are but dressings of a former sight. | |
| Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire | 5 |
| What thou dost foist upon us that is old; | |
| And rather make them born to our desire | |
| Than think that we before have heard them told. | |
| Thy registers and thee I both defy, | |
| Not wondering at the present nor the past, | 10 |
| For thy records and what we see doth lie, | |
| Made more or less by thy continual haste. | |
| This I do vow, and this shall ever be; | |
| I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee. |