William Shakespeare
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Sonnet Vi

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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
With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-kill'd.
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,
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Dr Antony Theodore 14 April 2020
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. the great shakespeare and his thoughts. tony
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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