When I consider every thing that grows <br /> Holds in perfection but a little moment, <br /> That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows <br /> Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; <br /> When I perceive that men as plants increase, <br /> Cheered and cheque'd even by the self-same sky, <br /> Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, <br /> And wear their brave state out of memory; <br /> Then the conceit of this inconstant stay <br /> Sets you most rich in youth before my sight, <br /> Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, <br /> To change your day of youth to sullied night; <br /> And all in war with Time for love of you, <br /> As he takes from you, I engraft you new.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xv/
