- NTHRIFTY loveliness, why dost thou spend
- Upon thyself they beauty's legacy?
- Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,
- And, being frank, she lends to those are free.
- Then, beateous niggard, why dost thou abuse
- The bounteous largess given thee to give?
- Profitless userer, 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:
- Then how, when Nature calls thee to be gone,
- What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
- Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
- Which, usèd, lives th' executor to be.
by: William Shakespeare