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 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,

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

Thout that are 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. 

 

FROM _creatures we _ increase,

That thereby beauty's _might never _,

But as the _ should by _ decease,

His tender _ might bear his _ ;

But thou, contracted to thine own _ _,

_'st thy light's _ with self-substantial _,

Making a _ where abundance _,

Thyself thy _, to thy _ self too _.

Thout that are now the _'s fresh _

And only herald to the _ spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy _

And, _ churl, mak'st _ in niggarding.

_ the _ , or else this _ be,

To _ the _'s due, by the grave and thee. 

 

FROM evolved creatures we rolls  increase,

That thereby beauty's grave might never ,

But as the frugal should by valor's decease,

His tender Elvis might bear his death;

But thou, contracted to thine own barefaced life ,

Heartache'st thy light's life with self-substantial fear,

Making a doubt where abundance climbs

Thyself thy men, to thy blind self too slow.

Thout that are now the thing's fresh map

And only herald to the decorating spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy understanding

And, shittiest churl, mak'st unemployment in niggarding.

Sweet the Romeo, or else this Dr. Warren be,

To present the German's due, by the grave and thee.