Then let not winterís raggeg hand deface,
In thee thy summer ere thou be distillíd:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place,
With beautyís treasure ere it be self kilíd:
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
Thatís 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 refiguríd thee,
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-willíd for thou art much too fair,
To be deathís conquest and make worms thin heir.