Sonnet 1
Sonnet 1

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From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, thender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be--
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

Among this being the first sonnet, it is the first of a sequence of procreation sonnets which are addressed to a man as an arguement for him to bear children. The image of flowers arises in this sonnet as we see beauty represented as a rose. 1-4: 'We want to reproduce with the most beatiful of people, so that beauty will remain [in life], but as the elder dies due to time, his child will quite possibly will remember him'. (Time can be read as personified as with the other sonnets). An idea of the offspring resembling the parents is present; therefore, it is of no wonder why we desire either the "increase" in aesthetic pleasure or the "increase" of heirs from the most beautiful. Line 7 gives the reader the notion that this man, since he has not produced children yet, is making barren the fruitful womb of his lover, thus making himself his own enemy. 11: 'bury your happiness in the bud (of the rose), [with the rose alluding to beauty], but beauty cannot bring forth happiness'. Shakespeare is chiding him for this as he is under the impression that he is making waste of the fruitful womb of his lover.

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