text: 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-ras'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 wat'ry 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.