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Is it for feare to wet a widdowes eye,
Thaty thou conſum’ſt thy ſelfe in ſingle life?
Ah;if thou iſſuleſſe ſhalt hap to die,
The worldwill waile thee like a makeleſſe wife,
The world willbe thy widdow and ſtill weepe,
That thou no forme of thee haſt left behind,
When euery priuat widdow well may keepe,
By childrens eyes,her husbands ſhape in minde:
Looke what an vnthrift in the world doth ſpend
Shifts but his place,for ſtill the world inioyes it
But beauties waſte hath in the world an end,
And kept vnvſde the vſer ſo deſtroyes it:
   No loue towards others in that boſome ſits
   That on himſelfe ſuch murdrous ſhame commits.

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