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[teetheyes]

Vnthrifty louelineſſe why doſt thou ſpend,
Vpon thy ſelfe thy beauties legacy?
Natures bequeſt giues nothing but doth lend,
And being franck ſhe lends to thoſe are free:
Then beautious nigard why dooſt thou abuſe,
The bountious largeſſe giuen thee to giue?
Profitles vſerer why dooſt thou vſe
So great a ſumme of ſummes yet can'ſt not liue?
For hauing traffike with thy ſelfe alone,
Thou of thy ſelfe thy ſweet ſelfe doſt deceaue,
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable Audit can'ſt thou leaue?

Thy vnuſ'd beauty muſt be tomb'd with thee,
Which vſed liues th'executor to be.

Chin up, bitter singles, even Shakespeare got pissed that Marlowe got ass.

Comments

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

... You were thinking of me this whole time?

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Of course I wasn't. Stop putting words in my mouth.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Do I have to quote you again?

[glock30.livejournal.com]

I know what I said. You just took it the complete wrong way.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You just underestimate me.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Someone has to.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

What does that do, keep my ego in check?

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Obviously. It's a really tough job, too. I should be getting paid.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

... You are. In my witticisms.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

In that case, I quit.