Match the bolded phrases to their meanings in the context of this excerpt from William Shakespeare's Sonnet 2. When forty winters shall beslege 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
wrinkles
surround
overwhelm
destroyed and wasted
beslege
deep trenches
deep pits
proud livery
tatter'd weed