William Shakespeare. 1564–1616

Sonnet LXXVII.

“Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear”

THY glass will show thee how thy beauties wear  
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;  
These vacant leaves thy mind’s imprint will bear,  
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.  
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show    5
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;  
Thou by thy dial’s shady stealth mayst know  
Time’s thievish progress to eternity.  
Look! what thy memory cannot contain,  
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find   10
Those children nursed, deliver’d from thy brain,  
To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.  
  These offices, so oft as thou wilt look,  
  Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book.