Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 9
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 9 (Shakespeare).
9Is it for feare to wet a widdowes eye,That thou consum'st thy selfe in single life?Ah; if thou issulesse shalt hap to die,The world will waile thee like a makelesse wife,The world wilbe thy widdow and still weepe,That thou no forme of thee hast left behind,When euery priuat widdow well may keepe,By childrens eyes, her husbands shape in minde:Looke what an vnthrift in the world doth spendShifts but his place, for still the world inioyes itBut beauties waste hath in the world an end,And kept vnvsde the vser so destroyes it:No loue toward others in that bosome sitsThat on himselfe such murdrous shame commits.