[00:05.346]O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are[00:09.338]No longer yours than you yourself here live:[00:13.348]Against this coming end you should prepare,[00:16.586]And your sweet semblance to some other give.[00:20.590]So should that beauty which you hold in lease[00:23.833]Find no determination: then you were[00:27.088]Yourself again after yourself's decease,[00:30.086]When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.[00:35.844]Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,[00:39.329]Which husbandry in honour might uphold[00:42.342]Against the stormy gusts of winter's day[00:45.095]And barren rage of death's eternal cold?[00:49.589]O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know[00:54.829]You had a father: let your son say so.