Sonnet 6

1 Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface,
2 In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled:
3 Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place,
4 With beauty’s treasure ere it be self-killed:
5 That use is not forbidden usury,
6 Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
7 That’s for thyself to breed another thee,
8 Or ten times happier be it ten for one,
9 Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
10 If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
11 Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
12 Leaving thee living in posterity?
13 Be not self-willed for thou art much too fair,
14 To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.