Sonnet 6

Lyrics
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 refigur'd 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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Credits
- Writers
- William Shakespeare