Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet CIX
Thou blind mans marke, thou fooles selfe-chosen snare, Fond fancies scum, and dregs of scatter'd thought: Band of all euils, cradle of causelesse care; Thou web of will, whose end is neuer wrought: Desire! Desire! I haue too dearly bought, With prise of mangled mind, thy worthlesse ware; Too long, too long, asleepe thou hast me brought, Who shouldst my mind to higher things prepare. But yet in vaine thou hast my ruine sought; In vaine thou madest me to vaine things aspire; In vaine thou kindlest all thy smokie fire; For Vertue hath this better lesson taught,-- Within my selfe to seeke my onelie hire, Desiring nought but how to kill Desire.
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