1 Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
2 In thee thy summer ere thou be distill'd:
3 Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
4 With beauty's treasure ere it be self-kill'd.
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 refigur'd thee:
11 Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
12 Leaving thee living in posterity?
13 Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
14 To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
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