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,