Sonnet 65

　　Since brass，nor stone，nor earth，nor boundless sea，

　　But sad mortality o'ersways their power，

　　How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea，

　　Whose action is no stronger than a flower？

　　O how shall summer's honey breath hold out

　　Against the wrackful siege of battering days

　　When rocks impregnable are not so stout，

　　Nor gates of steel so strong，but time decays？

　　O fearful meditation! Where，alack，

　　Shall time's best jewel fro