Poem-A-Day: Day 291

Sonnet #56 (Configuration of Thine Artful Waste)

Those hours that with ragged hand deface
The lovely gaze where ere thou be distilled
will play the tyrants treasure thou some place,
and that unfair which ere it be self-killed
for never-rest forbidden usury.
To hideous that pay the willing loan,
sap checked with frost to breed another thee;
beauty o'er-snowed and be it ten for one
then were not were happier than thou art.
A liquid prisoner refigured thee;
beauty's effect with if thou shouldst depart
nor it, nor living in posterity.
     But flowers distill'd thou art much too fair,
     Leese but their show; there and make worms thine heir.

An amalgamation of Shakespeare's Sonnets V and VI