Document:  All > Shakespeare > Poetry > Sonnets > Sonnet VI

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
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,
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.


Search for this word      in all documents   just this document

What do you think? Grade this document:  


(Average grade so far: B+, 8 graders.)

8 grades received so far:

F:  1 user
F
D-:  0 users
D-
D:  0 users
D
D+:  0 users
D+
C-:  0 users
C-
C:  0 users
C
C+:  0 users
C+
B-:  0 users
B-
B:  1 user
B
B+:  0 users
B+
A-:  3 users
A-
A:  0 users
A
A+:  3 users
A+

Need writing help? Try RhymeZone's rhyming dictionary and thesaurus features

Help  Advanced  Feedback  Android  iPhone/iPad  API  Blog  Privacy

Copyright © 2018 Datamuse