Sonnet 3. Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest

Now is the time that face should form another

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest

Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.

For where is she so fair whose uneared womb

Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

Or who is he so fond will be the tomb

Of his self-love to stop posterity?