28 This were to be new made when thou art ould,

29 And see thy blood warme when thou feel'st it could,

31LOoke in thy glasse and tell the face thou vewest,

32Now is the time that face should forme an other,

33Whose fresh repaire if now thou not renewest,

34Thou doo'st beguile the world, vnblesse some mother.

35For where is she so faire whose vn-eard wombe

36Disdaines the tillage of thy husbandry?

37Or who is he so fond will be the tombe,

38Of his selfe loue to stop posterity?

39Thou art thy mothers glasse and she in thee

40Calls backe the louely Aprill of her prime,

41So thou through windowes of thine age shalt see,

42Dispight of wrinkles this thy goulden time.

43 But if thou liue remembred not to be,

44Die single and thine Image dies with thee.

46VNthrifty louelinesse why dost thou spend,

47Vpon thy selfe thy beauties legacy?

48Natures bequest giues nothing but doth lend,

49And being franck she lends to those are free:

50Then beautious nigard why doost thou abuse,

51The bountious largesse giuen thee to giue?

52Profitles vserer why doost thou vse

53So great a summe of summes yet can'st not liue?

54For hauing traffike with thy selfe alone,

55Thou of thy selfe thy sweet selfe dost deceaue,

56Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,

57What acceptable Audit can'st thou leaue?

58 Thy vnus'd beauty must be tomb'd with thee,

59Which vsed liues th'executor to be.

61THose howers that with gentle worke did frame,

62The louely gaze where euery eye doth dwell

63Will play the tirants to the very same,