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When I Consider Every Thing That Grows ( William Shakespeare )


When I consider every thing that grows

Holds in perfection but a little moment,

That this huge stage presented 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 debate-th 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 en-graft you new.

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( William Shakespeare )
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