Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest <br />Now is the time that face should form another; <br />Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, <br />Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. <br />For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb <br />Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? <br />Or who is he so fond will be the tomb <br />Of his self-love, to stop posterity? <br />Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee <br />Calls back the lovely April of her prime: <br />So thou through windows of thine age shall see <br />Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time. <br />But if thou live, remember'd not to be, <br />Die single, and thine image dies with thee.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-iii-look-in-thy-glass-and-tell-the-face-t/
