Sonnet 1

Lyrics
From fairest creatures we desire increase That thereby beauty's rose might never die But as the riper should by time decease His tender heir might bear his memory; But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel Making a famine where abundance lies Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel Thou that art now thе world's fresh ornament And only herald to thе gaudy spring Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding Pity the world, or else this glutton be To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee
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Credits
- Writers
- William Shakespeare