All Kings, and all their favorites, All glory of honors, beauties, wits, The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is elder by a year, now, than it was When thou and I first one another saw: All other things, to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay; This, no tomorrow hash, nor yesterday, Running, it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
John DonneBut he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.
John DonneTo an incompetent judge I must not lie, but I may be silent; to a competent I must answer.
John Donne