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 asked where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treature 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 was to be new made when you think art old,
and see thy blood warm when you think it's cold.
1 Forty severe winters threaten your face,
carve a deep ditch in your beautiful garden.
How many people are attracted by your splendid youth costume at the moment?
One day, it will fall to dust, and who will come to watch it:
If someone asks, where has your beauty gone?
Where are the treasures of your youth?
You said that in my deep eyes,
is the shame of greed and the praise of extravagance.
Make good use of your beauty, and you will deserve more appreciation.
If your answer can be like this: "My beautiful child,
he will sum up my life, please forgive my old age. "
to prove his beauty, also confirmed that your beauty in the same blood!
It's like getting a new life in old age, and
It's like cooling blood and returning to warmth.