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I randomly came across my William Shakespeare: The Sonnets and Narrative Poems book last night, and opened it up to read a sonnet, and, coincidentally, I opened the book to this one and read it...
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 still the world enjoys it;
But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unused, the user so destroys it:
No love toward others in that bosom sits
That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.
I thought it was pretty ironic that I should read this poem, given recent happenings with Phillip and me... it really seems to relate. He should read it, haha. Anyway... I just thought that was interesting, and I loooooove Shakespeare's sonnets, so I had to share. ^_^
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 still the world enjoys it;
But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unused, the user so destroys it:
No love toward others in that bosom sits
That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.
I thought it was pretty ironic that I should read this poem, given recent happenings with Phillip and me... it really seems to relate. He should read it, haha. Anyway... I just thought that was interesting, and I loooooove Shakespeare's sonnets, so I had to share. ^_^