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:

208 Or else of thee this I prognosticate,

209 Thy end is Truthes and Beauties doome and date.

211WHen I consider euery thing that growes

212 Holds in perfection but a little moment.

213That this huge stage presenteth nought but showes

214Whereon the Stars in secret influence comment.

215When I perceiue that men as plants increase,

216Cheared and checkt euen by the selfe-same skie:

217Vaunt in their youthfull sap, at height decrease,

218And were their braue state out of memory.

219Then the conceit of this inconstant stay,

220Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,

221Where wastfull 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.