FROM fairest creatures we desire increase,

We desire that all created things may grow more plentiful,

That thereby beauty's rose might never die,

So that nature's beauty may not die out,

But as the riper should by time decease,

But as an old man dies at the hand of time,

His tender heir might bear his memory:

He leaves an heir to carry on his memory:

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,

But you, interested only in your own beauty,

Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,

Feed the radiant light of life with self-regarding fuel,

Making a famine where abundance lies,

Making a void of beauty by so obsessing over your own looks,

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

With this behavior you are being cruel to yourself.

Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament

You are now the newest ornament in the world, young and beautiful

And only herald to the gaudy spring,

And the chief messenger of spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy content

But you are burying the gifts you have been given within yourself

And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.

And, dear one, because you deny others your beauty, you are actually wasting it.l

Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

Take pity on the world, or else be regarded as a selfish glutton,

To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

By the laws of God and nature you must create a child, so that the grave does not devour the memory of your loveliness.



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