[1] When I consider every thing that grows
[2] Holds in perfection but a little moment,
[3] That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
[4] Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
[5] When I perceive that men as plants increase,
[6] Cheered and cheque'd even by the self-same sky,
[7] Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
[8] And wear their brave state out of memory;
[9] Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
[10] Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
[11] Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay,
[12] To change your day of youth to sullied night;
[13] And all in war with Time for love of you,
[14] As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
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