Match the bolded phrases to their meanings in the context of this excerpt from William Shakespeare's Sonnet 2. When forty winters 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.