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 cheque'd 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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