As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
Sonnet 11As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st, Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest. Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase; Without this folly, age, and cold decay: If all were minded so, the times should cease And threescore year would make the world away. Let those whom nature hath not made for store, Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish: Look whom she best endow'd, she gave the more; Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish: She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby, Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die. Buy and Download...Click HERE
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In children we see our own selves growing and maturing again, as we ourselves decline from our prime. When you're old, you still have a claim to youth and beauty in the form of the fresh life you've created.
This is the sensible way to go about things, the way to prosper. Thinking differently is stupid and leads to nothing but age and decay. If everyone thought like you, within sixty years there'd be no-one left alive.
Ok, the ugly people don't have to leave loads of descendants behind. Nature gave you a heap of gifts: you need to be as generous as she was in re-distributing these. You're Nature's template, designed to make copies of yourself, not to be left to die single.