IS it for fear to wet a widow�s eye |
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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 unus�d, the user so destroys it. No love toward others in that bosom sits That on himself such murderous shame commits. |
| Sonnet VIII, William Shakespeare |
| Isolation |
| Oil pastels, 2004 |