[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 refigured 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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