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When I have seen by time's fell hand defaced |
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The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; |
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When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed, |
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And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; |
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When I have seen the hungry ocean gain |
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Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, |
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And the firm soil win of the watery main, |
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Increasing store with loss, and loss with store; |
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When I have seen such interchange of state, |
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Or state itself confounded to decay, |
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Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, |
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That time will come and take my love away. |
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This thought is as a death, which cannot choose |
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But weep to have that which it fears to lose. |
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| Sonnet 64 |
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Now that I have seen time's terrible hand deface the costly and splendid monuments of buried men from ages past, and once-lofty towers torn down; now that I have seen even hard brass subject to perpetual destruction by human beings; now that I have seen the hungry ocean swallow up the land and firm land seize territory from the ocean, so that each one's loss is the other's gain; now that I have seen that all things constantly change into something else or fall into decay—all this destruction has taught me to think: The time will come in which time will take my love from me. This thought feels like death, and makes me weep over what I have that I'm afraid of losing. |
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