TO THE ONLIE BEGETTER OF THESE INSUING SONNETS MR. W. H. ALL HAPPINESSE AND THAT ETERNITIE PROMISED BY OUR EVER-LIVING POET WISHETH THE WELL-WISHING ADVENTURER IN SETTING FORTH T. T. SONNETS I FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's Rose might never die, His tender heir might bear his memory: Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding: To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee. II When forty Winters shall besiege thy brow, This were to be new made when thou art old, 1 betrothed. III Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest, Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity? Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee IV Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee, |