Devouring Time, blunt thou the Lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O! carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
As with the beginning of the sonnet, here he continues describing Time’s impact: fading the vibrancy of youth, beauty, and life. 
 The use of “wide world” is an example of Shakespeare’s facility with language. As well as being  alliterative , the long vowels create a slow, elegant pace, suggesting the majesty and breadth of the universe. This is in contrast to the “fading” nature of what she offers.
Sonnet 19