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When I consider everything that grows

Holds in perfection but a little moment,

That this huge stage presenteth naught but shows

Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;







When I perceive that men as plants increase,

Cheered and checked even by the selfsame sky,
. . . .
then the conceit of this inconstant stay

Sets you most rich in youth before my sight . . .