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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Astrophel and Stella
XLVII. What! have I thus betrayed my liberty?
Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)
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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