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 )

When I Do Count the Clock That Tells the Time ( William Shakespeare )

When I do count the clock that tells the time,

And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;

When I behold the violet past prime,

And sable curls all silver’d over with white;

When lofty trees I see barren of leaves

Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,

And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves

Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,

Then of thy beauty do I question make,

That thou among the wastes of time must go,

Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake

And die as fast as they see others grow;

    And nothing ‘gain-st Time’s scythe can make defense

    Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence. 

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( William Shakespeare )