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| SONNET 64 |
| When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced |
| The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; |
| When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed |
| 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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