Sonnet 4

Unthrifty lovelinesse why dost thou spend,

Upon thy self thy beauties legacy?

Natures bequest gives nothing but doth lend,

And being franck she lends to those are free:

Then beautious niggard why doost thou abuse,

The bountious largesse given thee to give?

Profitles userer why doost thou use

So great a summe of summes yet canst not live?

For having traffike with thy selfe alone,

Thou of thy selfe thy sweet sellfe dost deceave,

Then how when nature calles thee to be gone,

What acceptable Audit canst thou leave?

Thy unus'd beauty must be tomb'd with thee,

Which used lives th' executor to be.