Q 65

SInce brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower ?

O how shall summer's honey breath hold out,
Against the wrackful siege of batt'ring days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays ?

O fearful meditation, where alack,
Shall time's best Jewel from time's chest lie hid ?

Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back,
Or who his spoil or beauty can forbid ?

O none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
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