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 thy self 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-deface/
