Sonnet 4: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend

1Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend

2Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?

3Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,

4And being frank she lends to those are free:

5Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse

6The bounteous largess given thee to give?

7Profitless usurer, why dost thou use

8So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?

9For having traffic with thy self alone,

10Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:

11Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,

12What acceptable audit canst thou leave?

13 Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,

14 Which, used, lives th' executor to be.