TO. THE. ONLIE. BEGETTER. OF. THESE. INSVING. SONNETS. Mr. W.H. ALL. HAPPINESSE. AND. THAT. ETERNITIE.

PROMISED.

BY.

OVR. EVER-LIVING. POET,

WISHETH.

THE. WELL-WISHING.

ADVENTVRER. IN.

SETTING.

FORTH.

T. T.

SHAKE-SPEARE S,

SON NET S.

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ROM faireft creatures we defire increase,
That thereby beauties rose might neuer die,
But as the riper should by time decease,

His tender heire might beare his memory:
But thou contracted to thine owne bright eyes,
Feed'ft thy lights flame with felfe substantiall fewell,
Making a famine where aboundance lies,

Thy felfe thy foe, to thy fweete felfe too cruell:
Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament,
And only herauld to the gaudy spring,
Within thine owne bud buriest thy content,
And tender chorle makst waft in niggarding:
Pitty the world, or else this glutton be,
To eate the worlds due, by the graue and thee,

II.

7HEN fortie winters fhall befeige thy brow,

WHEN

And digge deepe trenches in thy beauties field,, Thy youthes proud liuery fo gaz'd on now,

Wil be a totter'd weed of fmal worth held:

Then

Then being afkt, where all thy beautie lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lufty daies;
To fay within thine owne deepe funken eyes,
Where an all-eating shame, and thriftlese praise.
How much more praise deferu'd thy beauties vie,
If thou couldst anfwere this faire child of mine
Shall fum my count, and make my old excufe
Proouing his beautie by fucceffion thine.

This were to be new made when thou art ould.
And fee thy blood warme when thou feel'st it could,

III.

LOOKE in thy glaffe and tell the face thou vewest,

Now is the time that face should forme an other,

Whose fresh repaire if now thou not renewest,

Thou doo'ft beguile the world, vnbleffe fome mother.
For where is fhe fo faire whofe vn-eard wombe
Difdaines the tillage of thy husbandry?

Or who is he fo fond will be the tombe,
Of his felfe loue to stop pofterity?

Thou art thy mothers glaffe and fhe in thee
Calls backe the louely Aprill of her prime,
So thou through windowes of thine age fhalt fee,
Difpight of wrinkles this thy goulden time.
But if thou liue remembred not to be,
Die fingle and thine image dies with thee.

IV.

VNTHRIFTY louelinesse why doest thou spend,
Vpon thy felfe thy beauties legacy?

Natures bequeft giues nothing but doth lend,
And being franck fhe lends to thofe are free:

Then

Then beautious nigard why dooft thou abuse,
The bountious largeffe giuen thee to giue?
Profitles vferer why doost thou vse

So great a fumme of fummes yet can'ft not liue?
For hauing traffike with thy felfe alone,

Thou of thy felfe thy fweet felfe doft deceaue,
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit can'ft thou leaue?

Thy vnus'd beauty must be tomb'd with thee,
Which vsed liues th' executor to be.

V.

THOSE howers that with gentle worke did frame,
The louely gaze where euery eye doth dwell

Will play the tirants to the very fame,

And that vnfaire which fairely doth excell :
För neuer refting time leads fummer on,
To hidious winter and confounds him there,
Sap-checkt with froft and luftie leau's quite gon.
Beauty ore-fnow'd and barenes euery where,
Then were not fummers diftillation left
A liquid prifoner pent in walls of glasse,
Beauties effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor noe remembrance what it was.

But flowers diftil'd though they with winter meete,
Leefe but their fhow, their fubftance ftill liues fweet.

VI.

THEN let not winters wragged hand deface,

In thee thy fummer ere thou be distil'd:

Make sweet some viall; treasure thou fome place,
With beauties treasure ere it be felfe kil'd:

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