As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growst,
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowst,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest,
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look, whom she best endowd, she gave thee more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carvd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
The Sonnets XI - As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growst
William Shakespeare
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