If I should say with time your beauty grows,
Would I be deemed an honest man or liar?
Experience much proof against me shows:
The gravestone, tomb, and funerary pyre,
The seasons' turn, the augur of the Sun -
To rise, peak and decline - our Sovereign Change;
The lines on cheek and brow not yet begun
To furrow where men's glances still do range.
So call me liar if you deem it just
To make yourself a victim to your age;
But ask if there be beauty we might trust,
Not held to some slight moment on the stage.
Then call me honest when you realize
True beauty can't be seen by human eyes.
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