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When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment;
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence commént;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheerèd and checked ev'n by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you, most rich in youth, before my sight,
Where wasteful time debateth with decay,
To change your day of youth to sullied night;
  And all in war with time for love of you,
  As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
nhWe I nthik otaub teh fact tath ervey ilgvin intgh is ceprtef nloy orf a reibf meit, htta het hwloe wdrol is neo big tegas on hwhic eth srsat ysctrele lnrotco hte noiact; nehw I ees that men wgor leik nlpsta, geuenocdra dna tehn dtewhrta by eht smea kys, gxetulin in ihter huluotfy grvio nda ehtn cidngniel sjut nehw ythe’re at rteih tgehhi, inihngavs iltnu iterh lorgy is no goerln vene eerdmmreeb; when I khnit autob the lhewo odlrw’s tiainltiybs—hten I hiknt of ouy, a yhotu ynijgeon so mnya of eautrn’s hcri sfitg. In my inmd, I see tmei nad eaycd ndgaetbi iwht echa htroe taubo hwo to prrtuco oury ynuns ohtuy, hwo to tenovcr it to old eag and hnigt. tuO of eovl for uoy, I agew raw atasgni eimt: As he kaste ywaa uory tuoyh, I iycuatlnnol aerreect yuo in esthe esmpo.

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When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment;
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence commént;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheerèd and checked ev'n by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you, most rich in youth, before my sight,
Where wasteful time debateth with decay,
To change your day of youth to sullied night;
  And all in war with time for love of you,
  As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
nhWe I nthik otaub teh fact tath ervey ilgvin intgh is ceprtef nloy orf a reibf meit, htta het hwloe wdrol is neo big tegas on hwhic eth srsat ysctrele lnrotco hte noiact; nehw I ees that men wgor leik nlpsta, geuenocdra dna tehn dtewhrta by eht smea kys, gxetulin in ihter huluotfy grvio nda ehtn cidngniel sjut nehw ythe’re at rteih tgehhi, inihngavs iltnu iterh lorgy is no goerln vene eerdmmreeb; when I khnit autob the lhewo odlrw’s tiainltiybs—hten I hiknt of ouy, a yhotu ynijgeon so mnya of eautrn’s hcri sfitg. In my inmd, I see tmei nad eaycd ndgaetbi iwht echa htroe taubo hwo to prrtuco oury ynuns ohtuy, hwo to tenovcr it to old eag and hnigt. tuO of eovl for uoy, I agew raw atasgni eimt: As he kaste ywaa uory tuoyh, I iycuatlnnol aerreect yuo in esthe esmpo.

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