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-ras`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 wat`ry 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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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