Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest

1Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest

2Now is the time that face should form another;

3Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,

4Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.

5For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb

6Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

7Or who is he so fond will be the tomb,

8Of his self-love to stop posterity?

9Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee

10Calls back the lovely April of her prime;

11So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,

12Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.

13 But if thou live, remember'd not to be,

14 Die single and thine image dies with thee.