by: William Shakespeare
- ROM fairest creatures we desire increase,
- That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
- But as the riper should by time decease,
- His tender heir might bear his memory;
- But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
- Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
- Making a famine where abundance lies,
- Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
- Thout that are 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.
Shakespeare's 'Sonnet #1' was originally published in Shake-speares Sonnets: Never before Imprinted (1609).