- What, have I thus betray'd my liberty?
- Can those black beams such burning marks engrave
- In my free side? or am I born a slave,
- Whose neck becomes such yoke of tyranny?
- Or want I sense to feel my misery?
- Or sprite, disdain of such disdain to have,
- Who for long faith, though daily help I crave,
- May get no alms but scorn of beggery?
- Virtue awake, beauty but beauty is;
- I may, I must, I can, I will, I do
- Leave following that, which it is gain to miss.
- Let her go! Soft, but here she comes. Go to,
- Unkind, I love you not. Oh me, that eye
- Doth make my heart give to my tongue the lie.
3.01.2007
Astrophil and Stella #47
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