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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