William Shakespeare - Sonnet 6 lyrics

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-k**ed. That use is not forbidden usury, Which happies those that pay the willing loan; That's 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 d**h do if thou shouldst depart, Leaving thee living in posterity? Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair To be d**h's conquest and make worms thine heir.