Sonnet 11 by W. Shakespeare

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lies wisdom, beauty and increase;
Without this, folly, age and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom Nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless and rude, barrenly perish:
Look, whom she best endow'd she gave the more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
   She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby
   Thou shouldst print more, nor let that copy die.

Sonnet 11 (As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st) from Sonnets by William Shakespeare.

Сонет 11 на английском языке. Автор Уильям Шекспир.

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