Sonnet 11

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growestIn one of thine, from that which thou departest;And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowestThou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.Herein lives wisdom, beauty and increase:Without this, folly, age and cold decay:If all were minded so, the times should ceaseAnd threescore year would make the world away.Let those whom Nature hath not made for store,Harsh featureless and rude, barrenly perish:Look, whom she best endow'd she gave the more;Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish: She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
Your fine beauty deserves veneration:nature built you for good duplication.You're so well-endowed,fields want to be ploughed.Sow the seeds for a new generation!