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| Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend | 1 |
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| Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy? |
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| Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, |
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| And being frank she lends to those are free: |
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| Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse | 5 |
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| The bounteous largess given thee to give? |
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| Profitless usurer, why dost thou use |
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| So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live? |
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| For having traffic with thy self alone, |
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| Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive: | 10 |
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| Then how when nature calls thee to be gone, |
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| What acceptable audit canst thou leave? |
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 Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee, |
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| Which, used, lives th' executor to be. |
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