Sonnet VI

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