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