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<T Son><P A2><L 1>
TO THE ONLIE BEGETTER OF
THESE INSVING SONNETS
Mr. W.H. ALL HAPPINESSE
AND THAT ETERNITIE
PROMISED
BY
OVR EVER-#LIVING
POET
WISHETH
THE WELL-#WISHING
ADVENTVRER IN
SETTING
FORTH.
T.T.
<P B1>
SHAKE-#SPEARES,
{SONNETS.}
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauties {Rose} might neuer die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heire might beare his memory:
But thou contracted to thine owne bright eyes,
Feed'st thy lights flame with selfe substantiall fewell,
Making a famine where aboundance lies,
Thy selfe thy foe, to thy sweet selfe too cruell:
Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament,
And only herauld to the gaudy spring,
Within thine owne bud buriest thy content,
And tender chorle makst #wast in niggarding:
Pitty the world, or else this glutton be,
To eate the worlds due, by the graue and thee.
<N 2>
When fortie Winters shall beseige thy brow,
And digge deep trenches in thy beauties field,
Thy yout . . .
