Shakespeare's Sonnets: When I do count the clock that tells the time

When I do count the clock that tells the time,And see the brave day sunk in hid'ous night,When I behold the violet past prime,And sable curls' or silver'd o'er with white:When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,And summer's green all girded up in sheavesBorne on the bier with white and bristly beard:Then of thy beauty do I question makeThat thou among the wastes of time must go,Since sweets and beauties do them-selves forsake,And die as fast as they see others grow, And nothing 'gainst time's scythe can make defence Save breed to brave him, when he takes thee hence.