"SONNET 4"

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"SONNET 4"

Unthrifty loveliness, why does thou spend

Upon thyself 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 thyself alone,

Thou of thyself 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 tomb'd with thee,

Which, used, lives th'exucutor to be.

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