As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st <br />In one of thine, from that which thou departest, <br />And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st, <br />Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest. <br />Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase; <br />Without this folly, age, and cold decay, <br />If all were minded so, the times should cease, <br />And threescore year would make the world away. <br />Let those whom Nature hath not made for store, <br />Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish; <br />Look whom she best endowed, she gave the more, <br />Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish. <br /> She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby, <br /> Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-11-as-fast-as-thou-shalt-wane-so-fast-tho/
