Sonnet 1is ien fan de154 sonnettenfan deIngelskepoëetWilliam Shakespeare.It is it earste fan de 17 "fuortplantingssonnetten", wêryn't hy in feint oanpuonnet bern te krijen foar't syn jeugd foarby is.
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, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.
