Jurriaan Andriessen - Sonnet No. 9 Lyrics
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    Sonnet No. 9

    Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
    That thou consum'st thy self 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 dеstroys it
    No love toward others in that bosom sits
    That on himself such murd'rous shamе commits

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