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LXIV.
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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