The only means of preserving beauty, according to these lines from William Shakespeare's Sonnet 3 is through the memory. 'But if thou live, remember'd not to be, Die single, and thine image dies with thee...'
On Plato, memory is wrong. But procreation might be right since the last two lines of the sonnet give off that idea. "But if thou live, remember'd not to be, Die single, and thine image dies with thee."
