William Shakespeare

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 for our desire,
Than think that we before have heard them told.
Thy registers and thee I both defy,
Not wandering at the present nor the past;
For thy records and what we see do 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.