English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
William Shakespeare
118. Sixty-fourth Sonnet
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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.