Sonnet 9
b'
Is it for fear to wet a widow\\u2019s eye
That thou consum\\u2019st 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\\u2019s eyes, her husband\\u2019s shape in mind.
Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it,
But beauty\\u2019s waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unus\\u2019d, the user so destroys it:
\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 No love toward others in that bosom sits
\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 That on himself such murd\\u2019rous shame commits.