Sonnet XI -- Sonnet 11

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow’st
Thou 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 cease
And 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 endowed 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.
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Larry Gleason, reader
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