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Sonnet XVI: In Nature Apt by Sir Philip Sidney

By Sir Philip Sidney

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In nature apt to like when I did see Beauties, which were of many carats fine, My boiling sprites did thither soon incline, And, Love, I thought that I was full of thee: But finding not those restless flames in me, Which others said did make their souls to pine, I thought those babes of some pin's hurt did whine, By my love judging what love's pain might be. But while I thus with this young lion played, Mine eyes (shall I say curst or blest?) beheld

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"Sonnet XVI: In Nature Apt" by Sir Philip Sidney is a deep english poem consisting of 17 lines. This English poem by Sir Philip Sidney demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "In nature apt to like when I did see Beauties, which were of many carats fine,...", this piece explores themes of deep through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Sir Philip Sidney's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) was an English poet, soldier, and courtier whose sonnet sequence "Astrophel and Stella" (1591) launched the English sonnet craze. His prose work "The Defence of Poesy" is a foundational text of literary criticism.

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