SONNET #9

by: William Shakespeare

      S it for fear to wet a widow's eye
      That thou consum'st thyself in single life?
      Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die,
      The world will wail thee like a makeless wife;
      The world will be thy widow, and still weep
      That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
      When every private widow well may keep,
      By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind.
      Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend
      Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
      But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
      And, kept unused, the user so destroys it:
      No love toward others in that bosom sits
      Than on himself such murd'rous shame commits.

"Sonnet #9" was originally published in Shake-speares Sonnets: Never before Imprinted (1609).

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