Shakespeare Sunday: Sonnet Four

You have a beauty too great to not share
but all of your potential you to hoard
when you die your beauty will end right there
that is if you don't share it with the world

To love yourself it is but natural
and from time to time in yourself indulge
but don't always choose yourself above all
if you are a secret you should divulge!

If you in only your self take pleasure
you abuse the gift you have been bestowed
and when you go you can rest assured
you have left no mark on this earth below

Your progeny are doomed not to exist
if you are the only one that you've kissed

Original:
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost though spend
Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free.
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums yet canst not live?
For 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?
     Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
     Which usèd, lives th' executor to be.