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Сонет 6

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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 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-willed, for thou art much too fair

To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.

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