Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewestNow 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 uneared wombDisdains the tillage of thy husbandry?Or who is he so fond will be the tombOf his self-love to stop posterity?Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in theeCalls back the

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