Sonnet 123

Sonnet 123
by William Shakespeare

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
What thou dost foist upon us that is old,
And rather think it born of our desire
Than believe we before have heard them told.
Thy registers and thee I both defy,
Not wondering at the present nor the past;
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.