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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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