Sonnet 115. Those lines that I before have writ do lie

Those lines that I before have writ do lie

Even those that said I could not love you dearer

Yet then my judgment knew no reason why

My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer

But reckoning time, whose millioned accidents

Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings

Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents

Divert strong minds to the course of alt'ring things: