Sonnet 123. No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change

No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change

Thy pyramids built up with newer might

To me are nothing novel, nothing strange

They are but dressings Of a former sight:

Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire

What thou dost foist upon us that is old

And rather make them born to our desire

Than think that we before have heard them told: