
Shakespeare
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Shakespeare · 1 chapters
Unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend, Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being frank she lends to those are free:
Be not self-willed for thou art much too fair, To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
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