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 uneared 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 shalt see, <br />Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time. <br /> But if thou live remembered not to be, <br /> Die single, and thine image dies with thee.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-3-look-in-thy-glass-and-tell-the-face-tho/
