Sonnet 4

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spendUpon thyself thy beauty's legacy?Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,And being frank, she lends to those are free: 4Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuseThe bounteous largess given thee to give?Profitless usurer, why dost thou useSo great a sum of sums, yet canst not live? 8For having traffic with thyself alone,Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive:Then how, when Nature calls thee to be gone,What acceptable audit canst thou leave? 12Thy unus'd beauty must be tomb'd with thee,Which used, lives th' executor to be.

4 frank: liberalfree: generous