Ah wherefore with infection should he live, <br />And with his presence grace impiety, <br />That sin by him advantage should achieve, <br />And lace it self with his society? <br />Why should false painting imitate his cheek, <br />And steal dead seeming of his living hue? <br />Why should poor beauty indirectly seek, <br />Roses of shadow, since his rose is true? <br />Why should he live, now nature bankrupt is, <br />Beggared of blood to blush through lively veins, <br />For she hath no exchequer now but his, <br />And proud of many, lives upon his gains? <br />O him she stores, to show what wealth she had, <br />In days long since, before these last so bad.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-67-ah-wherefore-with-infection-should-he-live/
