IS it for fear to
wet a widows eye |
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That thou consumst thyself in single
life? |
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Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die, |
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The world will wail thee, like a makeless
wife; |
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The world will be thy widow, and still weep |
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That thou no form of thee hast left behind, |
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When every private widow well may keep |
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By childrens eyes her husbands
shape in mind. |
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Look! what an unthrift in the world doth
spend |
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Shifts but his place, for still the world
enjoys it; |
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But beautys waste hath in the world
an end, |
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And kept unusd, the user so destroys
it. |
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No love toward others in that
bosom sits |
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That on himself such murderous
shame commits. |
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