Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XLVII
What, haue I thus betray'd my libertie? Can those blacke beames such burning markes engraue In my free side, or am I borne a slaue, Whose necke becomes such yoke of tyrannie? Or want I sense to feel my misery, Or sprite, disdaine of such disdaine to haue, Who for long faith, tho' daily helpe I craue, May get no almes, but scorne of beggarie. Vertue, awake! Beautie but beautie is; I may, I must, I can, I will, I do Leaue following that which it is gain to misse. Let her goe! Soft, but here she comes! Goe to, Vnkind, I loue you not! O me, that eye Doth make my heart to giue my tongue the lie!
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"What, haue I thus betray'd my libertie?..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Philip Sidney (Sir) delivers a powerful performance in "Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XLVII"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...