Sonnet 9 by W. Shakespeare

Is 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 unus'd, the user so destroys it.
   No love toward others in that bosom sits
   That on himself such murderous shame commits.

Sonnet 9 (Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye) from Sonnets by William Shakespeare.

Сонет 9 на английском языке. Автор Уильям Шекспир.

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