| Translation and Analysis of Sonnet III |
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| SONNET 3 |
| Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest |
| Now is the time that face should form another; |
| Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, |
| Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. |
| For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb |
| Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? |
| Or who is he so fond will be the tomb |
| Of his self-love, to stop posterity? |
| Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee |
| Calls back the lovely April of her prime: |
| So thou through windows of thine age shall see |
| Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time. |
| But if thou live, remember'd not to be, |
| Die single, and thine image dies with thee. |
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