[Flame] 🔥 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-killed.
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 death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair
To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.