Sonnet #6

Then let nt winterz ragged h& deface,
In thee thy summer ere thou b distilled:
Make sweet sum vial; treasure thou sum place,
wiv beautyz treasure ere it b self-killed:
th@ use is nt 4bidden usury,
Which happies those th@ pay d willing loan;
Thatz 4 thy self 2 breed another thee,
/ ten times happier b it ten 4 one,
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then wot cud death do if thou shudst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
b nt self-willed 4 thou art much 2 fair,
2 b deathz conquest & make worms thine heir.
See Original Sonnet

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

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