From fa fairest creatures we desire increase
That thereby beauty's rose might never die
But as the riper should by time decease
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel
Making a famine where abundance lies
Thyself thy foe to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world or else this glutton be
To eat the world's due by the grave and thee.