181O That you were your
selfe,
but loue you are
182No longer yours,
then you your
selfe here liue,
183Again
st this cumming end you
should prepare,
184And your
sweet
semblance to
some other giue.
185So
should that beauty which you hold in lea
se
186Find no determination,
then you were
187You
selfe again after your
selfes decea
se,
188When your
sweet i
ssue your
sweet forme
should beare.
189Who lets
so faire a hou
se fall to decay,
190Which husbandry in honour might vphold,
191Again
st the
stormy gu
sts 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 A
stronomy,
198But not to tell of good,
or euil lucke,
199Of plagues,
of dearths,
or
sea
sons 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 predi
ct that I in heauen
finde.
204But from thine eies my knowledge I deriue,
205And con
stant
stars in them I read
such art
206As truth and beautie
shal together thriue
207If from thy
selfe,
to
store thou would
st conuert:
208 Or el
se of thee this I progno
sticate,
209 Thy end is Truthes and Beauties doome and date.
211WHen I con
sider euery thing that growes
212 Holds in perfe
ction but a little moment.
213That this huge
stage pre
senteth nought but
showes
214Whereon the Stars in
secret in
fluence comment.
215When I perceiue that men as plants increa
se,
216Cheared and checkt euen by the
selfe-
same skie:
217Vaunt in their youthfull
sap,
at height decrea
se,
218And were their braue
state out of memory.
219Then the conceit of this incon
stant
stay,
220Sets you mo
st rich in youth before my
sight,
221Where wa
stfull time debateth with decay
222To change your day of youth to
sullied night,
223 And all in war with Time for loue of you
224As he takes from you,
I ingraft you new.