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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Astrophel and Stella
LXXVIII. O how the pleasant airs of true love be
Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)
O HOW the pleasant airs of true love be
Infected by those vapours, which arise
From out that noisome gulf, which gaping lies
Between the jaws of hellish JEALOUSY.
  A monster! others’ harm! self’s misery!        5
BEAUTY’s plague! VIRTUE’s scourge! succour of lies!
Who his own joy to his own hurt applies;
And only cherish doth with injury!
  Who since he hath—by Nature’s special grace—
So piercing paws, as spoil when they embrace;        10
So nimble feet, as stir still though on thorns;
  So many eyes, aye seeking their own woe;
So ample ears, that never good news know:
Is it not evil that such a devil wants horns?

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