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ONLY BEGETTER OF THESE ENSUING SONNETS,
MR. W. H
AND THAT ETERNITY
PROMISED BY OUR EVER-LIVING POET,
IN SETTING FORTH,
T. T.] 1. e. Thomas Thorpe.
FROM fairest creatures we desire increase.
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use, If thou could'st answer-" This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse-" Proving his beauty by succession thine.
This were to be new-made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest, Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother For where is she so fair, whose un-ear'd1 womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond, will be the tomb
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, ' un-ear'd] i. e. unploughed.
2 fond] i. e. foolish.