Constant Love

Time makes great states decay,
Time doth Maye's pompe disgrace,
Time drawes deepe furrowes in the fairest face,
Time wisdome, force, renowne doth take away,
Time doth consume the yeeres,
Time changes workes in heauen's eternall spheares:
Yet this fierce tyrant, which doth all deuoure,
To lessen loue in mee shall haue no power.
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