Sonnet 4. Unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend

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:

Then beauteous niggard why dost thou abuse

The bounteous largess given thee to give?

Profitless usurer why dost thou use

So great a sum of sums yet canst not live?