- 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.