Match the bolded phrases to their meanings in the context of this excerpt from William Shakespeare's Sonnet 2. When forty winter
s shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: charms deep pits wrinkles surround overwhelm destroyed and wasted besiege arrowBoth deep trenches arrowBoth proud livery arrowBoth tatter’d weed arrowBoth.