Sonnet 6: Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

1Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,

2In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:

3Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place

4With beauty's treasure ere it be self-kill'd.

5That use is not forbidden usury,

6Which happies those that pay the willing loan;

7That's for thy self to breed another thee,

8Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;

9Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,

10If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee:

11Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,

12Leaving 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.