Sonnet 15 When I consider everything that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth naught but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheerèd and checked even by the selfsame 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. ~William Shakespeare~ Sonnet 75 So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground. And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found, Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure; Now counting best to be with you alone, Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure. Sometime all full with feasting on your sight, And by and by clean starvèd for a look; Possessing or pursuing no delight Save what is had or must from you be took. Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away. ~William Shakespeare~ Cannon in D Minor This beautiful background set was made for me by Nick. Visit his site at Nick's Picks Email-Causes Links-Family Music-Backgrounds and Buttons Crafts-My Hubby