against my love shall be as i am now
with times injurious hand crushd and oerworn
when hours have draind his blood and filld his brow
with lines and wrinkles when his youthful morn
hath travelld on to ages steepy night
and all those beauties whereof now he s king
are vanishing or vanishd out of sight
stealing away the treasure of his spring
for such a time do i now fortify
against confounding ages cruel knife