So don't let winter's ragged hand disfigure that summer in you before your essence is distilled. Fill some vial; enrich some woman's womb with the treasure of your beauty before it dies. The interest from that would not be illegal lending if it made the willing borrower happy, which would happen if the loan was to breed another of yourself. Or ten times better if the interest were ten for one. Ten of yourself would be better than just one of you, with ten of your children existing, making ten images of you. Then what effect could death have if you should die, leaving you alive after your death? Don't be obstinate because you are far too beautiful to be the victim of death and have only worms as your heirs.