SHAKE-SPEARES,
SONNETS.
11FRom faire
st creatures we de
sire increa
se,
22That thereby beauties
Rose might neuer die,
33But as the riper
should by time decea
se,
44His tender heire might beare his memory:
55But thou contra
cted to thine owne bright eyes,
66Feed'
st thy lights
flame with
selfe
sub
stantiall fewell,
77Making a famine where aboundance lies,
88Thy
selfe thy foe,
to thy
sweet
selfe too cruell:
99Thou that art now the worlds fre
sh ornament,
1010And only herauld to the gaudy
spring,
1111Within thine owne bud burie
st thy content,
1212And tender chorle mak
st wa
st in niggarding:
1313 Pitty the world,
or el
se this glutton be,
1414 To eate the worlds due,
by the graue and thee.
16WHen fortie Winters
shall be
seige thy brow,
17And digge deep trenches in thy beauties
field,
18Thy youthes proud liuery
so gaz'd on now,
19Wil be a totter'd weed of
smal worth held:
20Then being a
skt,
where all thy beautie lies,
21Where all the trea
sure of thy lu
sty daies;
22To
say within thine owne deepe
sunken eyes,
23Were an all-eating
shame,
and thriftle
sse prai
se.
24How much more prai
se de
seru'd thy beauties v
se,
25If thou could
st an
swere this faire child of mine
26Shall
sum my count,
and make my old excu
se
27Proouing his beautie by
succe
ssion thine.
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