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Sonnet 12

When I do count the clock that tells the time, 
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; 
When I behold the violet past prime, 
And sable curls all 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 sheaves 
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, 
Then of thy beauty do I question make, 
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves 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. 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/90067/sonnet-12-when-i-do-count-the-clock-that-tells-the-time-578cfa272532b

self-esteem 自尊心

Confederacy 同盟　集団

Let alone 言うまでもなく

He can’t read, let alone write

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