Sonnet 64

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd 
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd,
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.