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