From fairest creatures we desire increase, <br />That thereby beauty's rose might never die, <br />But as the riper should by time decease, <br />His tender heir might bear his memory; <br />But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes, <br />Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, <br />Making a famine where abundance lies, <br />Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. <br />Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, <br />And only herald to the gaudy spring, <br />Within thine own bud buriest thy content, <br />And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding. <br /> Pity the world, or else this glutton be: <br /> To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-1-from-fairest-creatures-we-desire-increa/
