Disegni: Diego Romano  
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE - SONETTI

 


Sonetto 9


   
     


I sit for fear to wet a widowsís eye,
That thou consumíst 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 the widow and still weep,
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may keep,
By childrenís eyes, her husbandís shape in mind:
Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shift but his place, for still the world enjoys it:
But beautyís waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unusíd the user so destroys it:
No love toward others in that bosom sits
That on himself such murdírous shame commits.

 





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