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Sonnets 1-50
Sonnet IX

by William Shakespeare

     Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
     That thou consumest 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
     That on himself such murderous shame commits.
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