Sonnet 6
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Then let not winter\\u2019s ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer ere thou be distill\\u2019d:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty\\u2019s treasure ere it be self-kill\\u2019d.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That\\u2019s for thyself to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier be it ten for one;
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur\\u2019d thee,
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 Be not self-will\\u2019d, for thou art much too fair
\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 To be death\\u2019s conquest and make worms thine heir.