Sonnet 63

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1. Against my love shall be as I am now,
2. With Time’s injurious hand crush’d and o’erworn;
3. When hours have drain’d his blood and fill’d his brow
4. With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
5. Hath travell’d on to age’s steepy night;
6. And all those beauties whereof now he’s king
7. Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
8. Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
9. For such a time do I now fortify
10. Against confounding age’s cruel knife,
11. That he shall never cut from memory
12. My sweet love’s beauty, though my lover’s life:
13. His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
14. And they shall live, and he in them still green.