Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Sonnet 3Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity? Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time. But if thou live, remember'd not to be, Die single and thine image dies with thee. Buy and Download...Click HERE
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Look in the mirror, and tell the reflection you see there: “It's high time you made a copy of yourself.” If you don't update the image you see, you'll cheat everyone of their due, and take away a potential mother's joy.
What girl wouldn't want to have children with you? And what idiot would be so self-centred as to put an end to his line by not having children? You yourself reflect the bygone days of your mother's prime and beauty. Just so, a child of yours would recall your own in days to come.
But if you want to fade into oblivion, don't bother to get married. The buck stops here.