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 thee 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-thou-grow-st/
