a. From fairest creatures we desire increase,
b. That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
a. But thy light’st flame with self-substantial release,
b. Contracted to thine own bright eyes in a sigh much wry:

c. Making a famine where abundance lies,
d. mineself mine foe, to thy sweet self too cruel,
c. hat ‘gainst thy self thou stick’st not to prise
d. which to seek repair should providing fuel.

e. Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament
f. And only herald to the gaudy spring,
e. Within mine own bud showest mine content
f. And, tender churl, I mak waste in niggarding.

g. Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
g. To eat the world’s due, by the grave and me.
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