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SirPhilip Sidney : Astrophil and Stella (48)

Soul's joy, bend not those morning stars from me,
	Where Virtue is made strong by Beauty's might,
	Where Love is chasteness, Pain doth learn delight,
And Humbleness grows one with Majesty. 
Whatever may ensue, O let me be
	Copartner of the riches of that sight:
	Let not mine eyes be hell-driv'n from that light:
O look, O shine, O let me die and see.
	For though I oft myself of them bemoan,
	That through my heart their beamy darts be gone,
Whose cureless wounds even now most freshly bleed:
	Yet since my death-wound is already got.
	Dear killer, spare not thy sweet cruel shot:
A kind of grace it is to slay with speed. 

SirPhilip Sidney (1554-1586)	P.1591

 
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