Sonnet 4
b'
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thyself thy beauty\\u2019s legacy?
Nature\\u2019s 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?
\\xa0 Thy unus\\u2019d beauty must be tomb\\u2019d with thee,
\\xa0 Which used lives th\\u2019 executor to be.