Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth，And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth，And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow。
时间会刺破青春的华美精致，会把平行线刻上美人的额角，他会吞噬稀世珍宝、天生丽质，没有什么能逃得过它横扫的镰刀。
——莎士比亚《十四行诗》第六十首