Then let not winter's ragged hand deface <br />In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled. <br />Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place <br />With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed. <br />That use is not forbidden usury <br />Which happies those that pay the willing loan; <br />That's for thyself to breed another thee, <br />Or ten times happier, be it ten for one, <br />Ten times thy self were happier than thou art, <br />If ten of thine ten times refigured thee; <br />Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart, <br />Leaving thee living in posterity? <br /> Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair <br /> To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-6-then-let-not-winter-s-ragged-hand-defac/
