| 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 | 5 |
| 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; | 10 |
| 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. |