From the fairest creatures

From the fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
Bug as the ripper should by time decrease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed's thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy self to cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only Herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud Buriest  thy content,
And, tender churl,  mak'st waste in niggarding:
   Pity the world, or else this.    glutton be,
To eat the world's due,  by the grave and thee.