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. Thy Registers And Thee I Both Defy, Not Wondering At The Present Nor The Past, For Thy Records And What We See Doth Lie, Made More Or Less By Thy Continual Haste. This I Do Vow And This Shall Ever Be; I Will Be True Despite Thy Scythe And Thee.