----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BUT wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? |>>> And fortify yourself in your decay | With means more blessed than my barren rhyme? _ _|_ _ Now stand you on the top of happy hours, |;|_|;|_|;| And many maiden gardens yet unset \\. . / With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,\\: . / Much liker than your painted counterfeit: ||: | So should the lines of life that life repair, ||:. | Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen, ||: .| Neither in inward worth nor outward fair, ||: | \,/ Can make you live yourself in eyes of men. ||: , | /`\ To give away yourself keeps yourself still ||: | And you must live, drawn by your own sweet ||: . | skill __ -WS ___. ||_ | ____--`` '--``__ __ ----` ``---,___|_. -`--` `---__ ,--`' `_____-`' || Towers ||
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