Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XXXIV
Come, let me write. And to what end? To ease A burthen'd heart. How can words ease, which are The glasses of thy dayly-vexing care? Oft cruel fights well pictur'd-forth do please. Art not asham'd to publish thy disease? Nay, that may breed my fame, it is so rare. But will not wise men thinke thy words fond ware? Then be they close, and so none shall displease. What idler thing then speake and not be hard? What harder thing then smart and not to speake? Peace, foolish wit! with wit my wit is mard. Thus write I, while I doubt to write, and wreake My harmes in inks poor losse. Perhaps some find Stellas great pow'rs, that so confuse my mind.
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"Come, let me write. And to what end? To ease..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Philip Sidney (Sir) delivers a powerful performance in "Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XXXIV"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...