Sonet 43
Whilst thus my pen striues to eternize thee, Age rules my lines with wrincles in my face, Where in the Map of all my misery, Is modeld out the world of my disgrace, Whilst in despight of tyrannizing times, Medea like I make thee young againe, Proudly thou scorn'st my world-outwearing rimes, And murther'st vertue with thy coy disdaine; And though in youth, my youth vntimely perrish, To keepe thee from obliuion and the graue, Ensuing ages yet my rimes shall cherrish, Where I entomb'd, my better part shall saue; And though this earthly body fade and die My name shall mount vpon eternitie.
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