Sonnet+60

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 * # Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
 * 1) So do our minutes hasten to their end,
 * 2) Each changing place with that which goes before,
 * 3) In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
 * 4) Nativity once in the main of light,
 * 5) Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,
 * 6) Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
 * 7) And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound.
 * 8) Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,
 * 9) And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
 * 10) Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
 * 11) And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
 * 12) And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
 * 13) Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.