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Dont Know Name But Its From Shakespeare - Poem by darren helm

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
that thou consumest thyself in single life?
Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die,
The world will wail thee, like a makeless
wife;
The world shall 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 murd'rous shame
commits


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 8, 2008



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