Array
(
    [0] => From fairest creatures we desire increase,
    [1] => That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
    [2] => But as the riper should by time decease,
    [3] => His tender heir might bear his memory:
    [4] => But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
    [5] => Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
    [6] => Making a famine where abundance lies,
    [7] => Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
    [8] => Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
    [9] => And only herald to the gaudy spring,
    [10] => Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
    [11] => And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:
    [12] =>   Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
    [13] =>   To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
    [14] => 
    [15] => When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
    [16] => And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
    [17] => Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
    [18] => Will be a tatter'd weed of small worth held:
    [19] => Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
    [20] => Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
    [21] => To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
    [22] => Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
    [23] => How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
    [24] => If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
    [25] => Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
    [26] => Proving his beauty by succession thine!
    [27] =>   This were to be new made when thou art old,
    [28] =>   And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
    [29] => 
    [30] => Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
    [31] => Now is the time that face should form another;
    [32] => Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
    [33] => Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
    [34] => For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
    [35] => Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
    [36] => Or who is he so fond will be the tomb,
    [37] => Of his self-love to stop posterity?
    [38] => Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
    [39] => Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
    [40] => So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
    [41] => Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
    [42] =>   But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
    [43] =>   Die single and thine image dies with thee.
    [44] => 
    [45] => Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
    [46] => Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
    [47] => Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
    [48] => And being frank she lends to those are free:
    [49] => Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
    [50] => The bounteous largess given thee to give?
    [51] => Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
    [52] => So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
    [53] => For having traffic with thy self alone,
    [54] => Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
    [55] => Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
    [56] => What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
    [57] =>   Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
    [58] =>   Which, used, lives th' executor to be.
    [59] => 
    [60] => Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
    [61] => The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
    [62] => Will play the tyrants to the very same
    [63] => And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
    [64] => For never-resting time leads summer on
    [65] => To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
    [66] => Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
    [67] => Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
    [68] => Then were not summer's distillation left,
    [69] => A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
    [70] => Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
    [71] => Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
    [72] =>   But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
    [73] =>   Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
    [74] => 
    [75] => Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
    [76] => In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
    [77] => Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
    [78] => With beauty's treasure ere it be self-kill'd.
    [79] => That use is not forbidden usury,
    [80] => Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
    [81] => That's for thy self to breed another thee,
    [82] => Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
    [83] => Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
    [84] => If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee:
    [85] => Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
    [86] => Leaving thee living in posterity?
    [87] =>   Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
    [88] =>   To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
    [89] => 
    [90] => Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
    [91] => Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
    [92] => Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
    [93] => Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
    [94] => And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
    [95] => Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
    [96] => Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
    [97] => Attending on his golden pilgrimage:
    [98] => But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
    [99] => Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
    [100] => The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
    [101] => From his low tract, and look another way:
    [102] =>   So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon:
    [103] =>   Unlook'd, on diest unless thou get a son.
    [104] => 
    [105] => Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
    [106] => Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
    [107] => Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
    [108] => Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
    [109] => If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
    [110] => By unions married, do offend thine ear,
    [111] => They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
    [112] => In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
    [113] => Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
    [114] => Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
    [115] => Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
    [116] => Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
    [117] =>   Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
    [118] =>   Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove n
)