- 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
- 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 murd’rous shame commits.