[1] As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
[2] In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
[3] And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowest
[4] Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
[5] Herein lives wisdom, beauty and increase:
[6] Without this, folly, age and cold decay:
[7] If all were minded so, the times should cease
[8] And threescore year would make the world away.
[9] Let those whom Nature hath not made for store,
[10] Harsh featureless and rude, barrenly perish:
[11] Look, whom she best endow'd she gave the more;
[12] Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
[13] She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby
[14] Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
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