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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 refigur�d 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. |
| Sonnet VI, William Shakespeare |
| Inside Power |
| Oil pastels, 2004 |