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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,

So do our minutes hasten to their end;

Each changing place with that which goes before,

In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

Nativity, once in the main of light,

Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,

Crooked elipses 'gainst his glory fight,

And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth

And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,

Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,

And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:

And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,

Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

 

 

I love this sonnet more than any other of Shakespeare's poems or plays

How all these mmos made in asia look almost exactly the same?

I don't get it

exsist either. For then the word 'life' is meaning less. We may be destined to repeat our actions though every universe evertime. Thus the notion of freewill is utter nonesense. Now please, I welcome your insights and thoughts on my slow decent into insanity.