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ONLY BEG ETTER 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,
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
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 excuseProving 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,
But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
un-ear'd) i. e. unploughed. ? fond] i. e. foolish.