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When forty winters shall besiege thy brow - William Shakespeare (Sonnet - 2 )

When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, 


And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,

Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, 

Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: 

Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, 

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days; 

To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine 

Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,' 

Proving his beauty by succession thine! 



This were to be new made when thou art old, 


And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

                                   - William Shakespeare


Theme:

The speaker pleas on behalf of common sense and logic and aims directly for the conscience of the subject - the presumed fair youth - hoping to persuade him to have children and thus preserve his beauty.

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