| 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, | 5 |
| 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; | 10 |
| 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. |