When I do count the clocks that tell the time

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 silvered 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.

Sonnet 12 by William Shakespeare, posted on the occasion of having forgotten to put my clocks forward one hour for the start of British Summer Time...


3 Responses to “When I do count the clocks that tell the time”

  1. But neither breeding nor cloning saves the type, which shatters at every generation, while excellence decays towards the norm.

  2. Russia also moved to summer time and won’t move back, at least according to the current plans.

    Personally, I think that the disadvantages of the shift outweigh the advantages and one should do away with this altogether.

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