Sonnet 77. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear

Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste

These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear

And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.

The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show

Of mouthed graves will give thee memory

Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know

Time's thievish progress to eternity.