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.
Sonnet 64, l. 11
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.
Sonnet 64, l. 11