Sonnet 13

　　O that you were yourself! But，love，you are

　　No longer yours than you yourself here live.

　　Against this coming end you should prepare，

　　And your sweet semblance to some other give.

　　So should that beauty which you hold in lease

　　Find no determination；then you were

　　Yourself again after your self's decease，

　　When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.

　　Who lets so fair a house fall to decay，

　　Which