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Herbert
SONNET NO. 6
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 beautys treasure ere it be self killed:
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan,
Thats for thy self to breed another thee ,
Or ten times happier be it ten for one,
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine, ten times refigured thee,
Then what could death do if thou should'st depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity;
Be not self-wild, for thou art much too fair,
To be deaths conquest and make worms thine heir.