Shakespeare's Sonnets by William Shakespeare
IV. Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend

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[1]       Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
[2]       Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?
[3]       Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,
[4]       And being frank she lends to those are free.
[5]       Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
[6]       The bounteous largess given thee to give?
[7]       Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
[8]       So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
[9]       For having traffic with thyself alone,
[10]      Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.
[11]      Then how, when nature calls thee to be gone,
[12]      What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
[13]        Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee,
[14]        Which, used, lives th' executor to be.