Sonnet 6

　　Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

　　In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled.

　　Make sweet some vial，treasure thou some place

　　With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed.

　　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