| 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 | 5 |
| 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: | 10 |
| Then how, when Nature calls thee to be gone, | |
| What acceptable audit canst thou leave? | |
| Thy unus’d beauty must be tomb’d with thee, | |
| Which used, lives th’ executor to be. |