Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, <br />That thou consum'st thy self in single life? <br />Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die, <br />The world will wail thee like a makeless wife. <br />The world will be thy widow and still weep, <br />That thou no form of thee hast left behind, <br />When every private widow well may keep, <br />By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind. <br />Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend <br />Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it; <br />But beauty's waste hath in the world an end, <br />And kept unused the user so destroys it. <br /> No love toward others in that bosom sits <br /> That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-9-is-it-for-fear-to-wet-a-widow-s-eye/
