Sonnet 13. O that you were your self, but love you are

O that you were your self, but love you are

No longer yours, than you your self here live

Against this coming end you should prepare

And your sweet semblance to some other give.

So should that beauty which you hold in lease

Find no determination, then you were

Your self again after your self's decease

When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.