Sonnet 9

　　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 stil