Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | Astrophel and Stella | XLVII. What! have I thus betrayed my liberty? | Sir Philip Sidney (15541586) |
| WHAT! have I thus betrayed 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? | 5 |
Or sprite, disdain of such disdain to have? | |
Who for long faith, though daily help I crave, | |
May get no alms, but scorn of beggary. | |
VIRTUE, awake! BEAUTY, but beauty is. | |
I may, I must, I can, I will, I do | 10 |
Leave following that which it is gain to miss. | |
Let her do! Soft! but here she comes. Go to! | |
Unkind! I love you not. O me! that eye | |
Doth make my heart give to my tongue the lie. | | | |
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