Sonnet 015: 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 presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment. When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheerèd and checked 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 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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- William Shakespeare : Sonnet 019: Devouring Time Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws
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- William Shakespeare : Sonnet 021: So Is It Not With Me As With That Muse
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- William Shakespeare : Sonnet 010: For Shame, Deny That Thou Bear'st Love To Any
- William Shakespeare : Sonnet 009: Is It For Fear To Wet A Widow's Eye
- William Shakespeare : Sonnet 008: Music To Hear, Why Hear'st Thou Music Sadly?
- William Shakespeare : Sonnet 007: Lo, In The Orient When The Gracious Light
- William Shakespeare : Sonnet 006: Then Let Not Winter's Ragged Hand Deface
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