The Sonnets of William Shakespeare (Wisehouse Classics Edition)

For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.

yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.

To give away yourself, keeps

'Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.'

'Truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert';
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:

sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow

those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish

Shall hate be fairer lodg'd than gentle love?
Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
Make thee another self for love of me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.

thou issueless shalt hap to die,
The world will wail thee like a makeless wife;

Die single and thine image dies with thee.