Volta project, day nine

Sonnet nine:

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IX

  Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye,

  That thou consum'st thy self 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.

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Either I’m getting dumber by the day, or the turns are getting harder to spot  L  My guess on this one:  The volta is the but at the beginning of line 11.  More tomorrow—