Son. 18.

"Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,

My love shall in my verse ever live young."

Son. 19.

"Not marble, nor the gilded monuments

Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhime."

Son. 54.

"Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,

And delves the parallels in beauty's brow;

Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,