11FRom fairest creatures we desire increase,

22That thereby beauties Rose might neuer die,

33But as the riper should by time decease,

44His tender heire might beare his memory:

55But thou contracted to thine owne bright eyes,

66Feed'st thy lights flame with selfe substantiall fewell,

77Making a famine where aboundance lies,

88Thy selfe thy foe, to thy sweet selfe too cruell:

99Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament,

1010And only herauld to the gaudy spring,

1111Within thine owne bud buriest thy content,

1212And tender chorle makst wast in niggarding:

1313 Pitty the world, or else this glutton be,

1414 To eate the worlds due, by the graue and thee.

16WHen fortie Winters shall beseige 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 askt, where all thy beautie lies,

21Where all the treasure of thy lusty daies;

22To say within thine owne deepe sunken eyes,

23Were an all-eating shame, and thriftlesse praise.

24How much more praise deseru'd thy beauties vse,

25If thou couldst answere this faire child of mine

26Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse

27Proouing his beautie by succession thine.

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.