Despite thy scythe

Record bad winter weather  L  and forecasted to continue, too.  Today’s sonnet:

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CXXIII

  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 to our desire

  Than think that we before have heard them told.

  Thy registers and thee I both defy,

  Not wondering at the present nor the past,

  For thy records and what we see doth 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.

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The first volta—and the more powerful one, I think, because of the make them born to our desire  J—is the rather in line 7.  I think the true despite in the final line, with the true meant as an antonym of the change in the opening line, is a second volta.  More tomorrow—