“ And yet she cannot waste by this, Nor long bear this torturing wrong, For more corruption needful is, To fuel such a fever long. These burning fits but meteors be, Whose matter in thee is soon spent; Thy beauty, and all parts, which are thee, Are unchangeable firmament. Yet 'twas of my mind, seizing thee, Though it in thee cannot perséver; For I had rather owner be Of thee one hour, than all else ever. This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
