...escape the claims of entropy, as we know in the aging of our tissues and our body. Time doth transf1x the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels...truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. (Shakespeare, Sonnet LX) Courageous Feeble may have owed God a death. We owe a death to entropy. Yet...

...that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked...stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. 61 Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire...

...said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write. From 'lovngn Tn*i"by SirPhi/ip Sidney (1554-1386) Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves...stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. From IXw as the Wavos'by William Shakespeare (1564- 1616) This is the month, and this the happy morn...

...forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And time...truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. 12 And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. Rom....

...allforwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time...flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty 's brow, Feeds on the rarities ofnature 's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow....

...forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time...stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. 60 When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age, When sometime...

...forwards do contend, Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time...stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand, t» 66 ,«t Tired with all these, for restful death I cry: As to behold desert a beggar bom, And needy...

...fight, And time that gave, now doth his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, 10 And delves the parallels in beauty's brow; Feeds on...stand, Praising thy worth despite his cruel hand. 60 4 shodows-see37.IOand43.5. 8 tenure - the right of his jealousy to occupy the poet's mind at night....

...you, / As he takes from you, I engraft you new" (14-15; emphasis added) and implies in many others: Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And...stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. (60.9-14)2 Time, the poet says, is continually destroying and defacing. Time's hand is "cruel" (60.14),...

...body and its tissues is a forcible reminder of this. 'We owe a death to entropy.'72 Time doth transf1x the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels...nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.73 SHAKESPEARE, SONNET 60 Yet the second law, strictly speaking, applies only to closed systems....