Sonnet 67

The speaker questions why the young man, who possesses true natural beauty, should live in a corrupt world where counterfeit beauty imitates him and nature itself has become depleted and bankrupt of genuine vitality.

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1 Ah wherefore with infection should he live,
Why should someone so pure have to live among corruption,
wherefore: why; infection: corruption, moral sickness.
2 And with his presence grace impiety,
And honor sin just by being near it,
grace: give honor to; impiety: irreverence, sin.
3 That sin by him advantage should achieve,
So that evil gains power through your association,
4 And lace it self with his society?
And adorns itself by keeping company with you?
lace: ornament, adorn.
5 Why should false painting imitate his cheek,
Why should artificial cosmetics try to copy your face,
false painting: cosmetics, artificial beauty.
6 And steal dead seeming of his living hue?
And steal a lifeless copy of your vital, living color?
dead seeming: artificial appearance; living hue: natural, vital coloring.
7 Why should poor beauty indirectly seek,
Why should inferior, fake beauty sneak around looking for
poor beauty: inferior, counterfeit beauty; indirectly: covertly, sneakingly.
8 Roses of shadow, since his rose is true?
His rose is true—the opposition of genuine and false
Pale, shadowy imitations, when your rose is genuine?
Roses of shadow: pale, false imitations (roses = beauty, especially cheeks); his rose is true: his natural beauty is genuine.
Volta The volta shifts from questioning why false beauty imitates the young man to establishing nature's bankruptcy: 'Why should he live, now nature bankrupt is.'
9 Why should he live, now nature bankrupt is,
Why should you live now that nature itself is bankrupted,
bankrupt: depleted, exhausted of resources.
10 Beggared of blood to blush through lively veins,
Stripped of the vital blood to bring a flush of life,
beggared: impoverished, robbed; blood: vital vitality; lively veins: living circulation.
11 For she hath no exchequer now but his,
Nature now dependent on the young man
For nature's only remaining treasury is your beauty,
exchequer: treasury, resources; she: nature, personified as female.
12 And proud of many, lives upon his gains?
And nature, once proud of many beauties, now lives off your vitality?
proud of many: once possessing abundance; his gains: his vitality, his beauty.
13 O him she stores, to show what wealth she had,
Nature treasures you as a display of her former wealth,
stores: preserves, treasures; show: display, prove.
14 In days long since, before these last so bad.
From the golden age long ago, before these terrible times.
Nature's Exhaustion and Dependency

The volta introduces a brilliant inversion: the speaker moves from asking why the young man should tolerate a corrupt world to suggesting that nature itself is now bankrupt, dependent on the young man's vitality to survive. Nature 'hath no exchequer now but his'—the young man has become not just beautiful but functionally necessary, a kind of last treasury from which nature draws remaining resources. The personification of nature as 'she' creates a maternal figure now impoverished and desperate. What was once assumed as nature's infinite fecundity is revealed as depleted. The young man's beauty is thus positioned as a relic of an earlier, golden age. He represents nature's lost abundance, a walking museum of what beauty once was.

Authenticity and Imitation

The first quatrain's obsession with false painting and stolen beauty contrasts with the later revelation that even this fakery depends on authentic beauty to imitate. False beauty cannot create; it can only copy. The 'poor beauty' that 'indirectly seek[s] / Roses of shadow' is parasitic on genuine roses. This hierarchy—authentic beauty above, false beauty below—is structured into the very language of the poem. Yet the sonnet also suggests a historical degradation: there was an age when beauty was abundant and authentic; now it is singular and precious, hunted and imitated. The young man represents not eternal beauty but the last remnant of a lost era of authenticity.

If this happened today

Like seeing someone genuinely beautiful and talented in an era of filters, plastic surgery, and fakeness. You wish they could live in an age that valued real beauty, not this artificial version. Instead, fake people are copying their real thing.