Sonnet - William Shakespeare
January 10th 2008 20:24
Sonnets of William Shakespeare
Sonnet 6
VI.
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
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 refigured thee:
Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
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There is something about the way Shakespeare looks at things that makes him special.
katyzzz.....glad to see you taking such an interest Michaelie.
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