UNTHRIFTY loveliness, why dost thou spend

Upon thyself they beauty's legacy?

Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,

And, being frank, she lends to those are free.

Then, beateous niggard, why dost thou abuse

The bounteous largess given thee to give?

Profitless userer, why dost thou use

So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?

For, having traffic with thyself alone,

Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive:

Then how, when Nature calls thee to be gone,

What acceptable audit canst thou leave?

Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,

Which, usèd, lives th' executor to be.

será que agora vai? digo, postar aqui regularmente após abandonar em seguida a criação? D:

haha (;