The Sonnets XIII - O! that you were your self; but, love you are
O! that you were your self; but, love you are No longer yours, than you your self here live: Against this coming end you should prepare, And your sweet semblance to some other give: So should that beauty which you hold in lease Find no determination; then you were Yourself again, after yourselfs decease, When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear. Who lets so fair a house fall to decay, Which husbandry in honour might uphold, Against the stormy gusts of winters day And barren rage of deaths eternal cold? O! none but unthrifts. Dear my love, you know, You had a father: let your son say so.
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