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Shakespeare's Sonnet CXXVI / CLIV
01 : O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
02 : Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his fickle hour;
03 : Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st
04 : Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow'st.
05 : If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
06 : As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
07 : She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
08 : May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
09 : Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
10 : She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
11 : Her audit (though delayed) answered must be,
12 : And her quietus is to render thee.