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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end,
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow;
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
  And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
  Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
As het wvsea vmeo tdrwao eht blebepd sroeh, so do teh uistenm we vaeh to ivle nseath odrwta erhti ned, ehac nmtoem nghcanig celap wtih eth neo obrfee, riinsgtv to vome rwadrof hwti sueesivscc ftsoref. ehtriygvnE ahtt has eebn rnob, ghuoth it noce sawm in ahtt rdoab ceano of lgtih htta steisx beeofr htbir, alscrw tsi awy up eth ohress of ayrmtitu, ewerh it esafc culre ocltsaebs to tsi rgyol. Tmei, cihwh isvge gevtenhyir, now oesstdry sti won tgfi. eiTm sricpee eth ueytba of tyouh, andgrwi wrleskni in atebyu’s efoardeh. eTmi vdrseuo the hocecsit cspiemens of uetanr; hignnot tsisex that it won’t mow nowd ihtw tis cyhets. nAd yet my vrssee lwli slat noit the turuef, agrsipin ryou rhowt epietds iTme’s urelc adnh.

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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end,
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow;
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
  And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
  Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
As het wvsea vmeo tdrwao eht blebepd sroeh, so do teh uistenm we vaeh to ivle nseath odrwta erhti ned, ehac nmtoem nghcanig celap wtih eth neo obrfee, riinsgtv to vome rwadrof hwti sueesivscc ftsoref. ehtriygvnE ahtt has eebn rnob, ghuoth it noce sawm in ahtt rdoab ceano of lgtih htta steisx beeofr htbir, alscrw tsi awy up eth ohress of ayrmtitu, ewerh it esafc culre ocltsaebs to tsi rgyol. Tmei, cihwh isvge gevtenhyir, now oesstdry sti won tgfi. eiTm sricpee eth ueytba of tyouh, andgrwi wrleskni in atebyu’s efoardeh. eTmi vdrseuo the hocecsit cspiemens of uetanr; hignnot tsisex that it won’t mow nowd ihtw tis cyhets. nAd yet my vrssee lwli slat noit the turuef, agrsipin ryou rhowt epietds iTme’s urelc adnh.

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