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Herbert
SONNET NO. 4
Unthrifty loveliness, why does thou spend,
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy ?
Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then beauteous niggard why does thou abuse,
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer , why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums yet can'st not live?
Yet having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self- thy sweet self dost deceive,
Then how when nature call thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit can'st thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which used lives thy executor to be.
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