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Devour|ing Time | blunt thou the li|on's paws,
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And make | the earth | devour | her own sweet
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Pluck the keen teeth | from the / fierce
tig|er's jaws,
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And burn | the long-|lived phoen/ix in | her
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Make glad | and sor|ry seas|ons as | thou fleetst,
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And do | whatere | thou wilt | swift-footed Time
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To the / wide world | and all | her fad|ing
sweets;
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But I | forbid | thee* one | most^hein|ous crime,
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O carve | not with thy | hours my | love's
fair brow,
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Nor draw | no lines | there with thine^|antique pen,
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Him in | thy course | untaint|ed do | allow,
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For beaut|y's pat|tern to | succeed|ing men.
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Yet do | thy worst | old^Time | despite | thy
wrong,
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My love | shall^in | my verse | ever live
young.