Sonnet 6. Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

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