Endless Beauty of Childhood

   Photos: Svletana Melliknubarova. Text: Sonnet 6 by William Shakespeare (in original)

  • 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 happiest 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.