Sonnet 11

　　As fast as thou shalt wane，so fast thou grow'st

　　In one of thine from that which thou departest，

　　And that flesh 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，an