Sketch-blog of an alien-cat-sorcerer.

Posts tagged “MONSTERS

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend

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:
Than, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
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:
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.

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Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some
mother,
For where is she so fair whose unear’d womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remember’d not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.


A man can die but once

I do now remember the poor creature, small beer


BUT WHEN I TELL HIM HE HATES FLATTERERS, HE SAYS HE DOES, BEING THEN MOST FLATTERED.

 

ENJOY THE HONEY-HEAVY DEW OF SLUMBER.

 


AT LOVERS’ PERJURIES, THEY SAY, JOVE LAUGHS.

IT IS TOO RASH, TOO UNADVIS’D, TOO SUDDEN;

TOO LIKE THE LIGHTNING, WHICH DOTH CEASE TO BE

ERE ONE CAN SAY IT LIGHTENS.