- Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
- Upon thyself thy beauty’s legacy?
- Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
- And being frank she lends to those are free:
- Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
- The bounteous largess given thee to give?
- Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
- So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
- For having traffic with thyself alone,
- Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive:
- Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
- What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
- Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
- Which, used, lives th’ executor to be.