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 )

So Are You to My Thoughts As Food to Life ( William Shakespeare )

Or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground;

And for the peace of you I hold such strife

As ‘twixt a miser and his wealth is found:

Now proud as an enjoy'er and anon

Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,

Now counting best to be with you alone,

Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure;

Sometime all full with feasting on your sight

And by and by clean starved for a look;

Possessing or pursuing no delight

Save what is had or must from you be took.

    Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,

     Or glut toning on all, or all away.

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( William Shakespeare )