Sonnet 123

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