William Shakespeare
1564-1616
Sonnet XV
When I consider
every thing that grows
Holds in perfection
but a little moment,
That this huge stage
presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars
in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that
men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked
even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful
sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave
state out of memory;
Then the conceit of
this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich
in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time
debateth with decay
To change your day
of youth to sullied night,
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
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