The Sonnets: 64

By William Shakespeare

Tuesday 12 May 2009 00:00 BST
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When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd

The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;

When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd,

And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;

When I have seen the hungry ocean gain

Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,

And the firm soil win of the watery main,

Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;

When I have seen such interchange of state,

Or state itself confounded, to decay;

Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate--

That Time will come and take my love away.

This thought is as a death which cannot choose

But weep to have, that which it fears to lose.

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