172And Sommers greene all girded vp in sheaues

173Borne on the beare with white and bristly beard:

174Then of thy beauty do I question make

175That thou among the wastes of time must goe,

176Since sweets and beauties do them-selues forsake,

177And die as fast as they see others grow,

178 And nothing gainst Times sieth can make defence

179Saue breed to braue him, when he takes thee hence.

181O That you were your selfe, but loue you are

182No longer yours, then you your selfe here liue,

183Against this cumming end you should prepare,

184And your sweet semblance to some other giue.

185So should that beauty which you hold in lease

186Find no determination, then you were

187You selfe again after your selfes decease,

188When your sweet issue your sweet forme should beare.

189Who lets so faire a house fall to decay,

190Which husbandry in honour might vphold,

191Against the stormy gusts of winters day

192And barren rage of deaths eternall cold?

193 O none but vnthrifts, deare my loue you know,

194You had a Father, let your Son say so.

196NOt from the stars do I my iudgement plucke,

197And yet me thinkes I haue Astronomy,

198But not to tell of good, or euil lucke,

199Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons quallity,

200Nor can I fortune to breefe mynuits tell;

201Pointing to each his thunder, raine and winde,

202Or say with Princes if it shal go wel

203By oft predict that I in heauen finde.

204But from thine eies my knowledge I deriue,

205And constant stars in them I read such art

206As truth and beautie shal together thriue

207If from thy selfe, to store thou wouldst conuert: