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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 24: Rich Fools There Be
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Rich fools there be, whose base and filthy heart 
Lies hatching still the goods wherein they flow: 
And damning their own selves to Tantal`s smart, 
Wealth breeding want, more blist more wretched grow. 

Yet to those fools heav`n such wit doth impart 
As what their hands do hold, their heads do know, 
And knowing love, and loving, lay apart, 
As sacred things, far from all danger`s show. 

But that rich fool who by blind Fortune`s lot 
The richest gem of love and life enjoys, 
And can with foul abuse such beauties blot; 

Let him, depriv`d of sweet but unfelt joys, 
(Exil`d for aye from those high treasures, which 
He knows not) grow in only folly rich.
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