When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
In this sonnet, Shakespeare is talking about a beautiful person that is admired and gazed upon. He then begins to say that this person's beauty will not last forever and that one day their looks will fade. Shakespeare says that they should prepare for the day when there beauty no longer exist and that the best way for them to prepare for this is to create a child and pass on all of their qualities to that child.
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