[00:04.00]From fairest creatures we desire increase[00:08.00]That thereby beauty's rose might never die[00:12.00]But as the riper should by time decease[00:15.00]His tender heir might bear his memory[00:19.00]But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes[00:23.00]Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel[00:27.00]Making a famine where abundance lies[00:31.00]Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel[00:36.00]Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament[00:39.00]And only herald to the gaudy spring[00:42.00]Within thine own bud buriest thy content[00:46.00]And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding[00:51.00]Pity the world, or else this glutton be[00:55.00]To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee[01:03.00]