Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter’s Ragged Hand Deface by William Shakespeare
Then let not winter’s ragged hand defaceIn thee thy summer ere thou be distilled.Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some placeWith beauty’s treasure ere it be self-killed.That use is not forbidden usuryWhich 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 thy…