Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
William Shakespeare IV. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea2
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But sad mortality o’ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
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 of beauty can forbid?
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.