SonnetⅡ
Whentortywintersshallbesiegethybow,
Anddigdeeptrenchesinthybeauty'sfield,
Thyyouth'sproudlivery,sogazedonnow,
Willbeatatter'dweed,ofsmallworthheld:
Thenbeingask'dwhereallthybeautylies,
Whereallthetreasureofthylustydays,
Tosay,withinthineowndeep-sunkeneyes,
Wereanall-eatingshameandthriftlesspraide.
Howmuchmorepraisedeservedthybeauty'suse,
Ifthoucouldstanswer'Hhisfairchildofmine
Shallsummycountandmakemyoldexcuse,'
Provinghisbeautybysuccessionthine!
Thisweretobenewmadewhenthouartold,
Andseethybloodwarmwhenthoufeel'stitcold.