Sonnet 4

　　Unthrifty loveliness，why dost thou spend

　　Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy？

　　Nature's bequest gives nothing，but doth lend，

　　And，being flank，she lends to those are free.

　　Then，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