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Sonnet 48,304


Were Time but numbers fixed upon a clock,
Nor age nor passage would they thence decree;
Were every fleeting tick and passing tock
Mere rhythm for a dreamer’s rhapsody;
And were, perchance, these foul days only measured
But with the weight of minutes or of hours,
My aching heart would’st feel not thus displeasured,
But rest relieved in Fortune’s mighty bowers.
Alas, it is not so, and shall be not,
For Time forever constant does transpire:
Unwaveringly true to its sole thought
That joy be quick but torment stretched like wire.
Think me a fool henceforth; to hope I cling
That Time, in time, will’st retribution bring.