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From fairest creatures we desire increase,:: That thereby beauty's rose might never die,:: But as the riper should by time decease,:: His tender heir might bear his own memory;:: But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,:: Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,:: Making a famine where abundance lies,:: Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel;:: Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,:: And only herald to the gaudy spring,:: Within thine own bud buriest thy content,:: And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding;:: Pity the world, or else this glutton be,:: To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.:: :: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)