Unthrifty
loveliness why dost 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 dost thou abuse,
The
bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless
usurer why dost thou use
So great a
sum of sums yet canst not live?
For having
traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of
thy self thy sweet self dost deceive,
Then how
when nature calls thee to be gone,
What
acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused
beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which used
lives th' executor to be.
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