Sonnet 9

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eyeThat thou consum'st thyself in single life?Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die,The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife; 4The world will be thy widow, and still weepThat thou no form of thee hast left behind,When every private widow well may keepBy children's eyes her husband's shape in mind. 8Look, what an unthrift in the world doth spendShifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,And kept unus'd, the user so destroys it. 12No love toward others in that bosom sitsThat on himself such murderous shame commits.

4 makeless: mateless5 still: continually10 his: its