When I
consider everything 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 check'd even by the selfsame 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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