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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 101: Stella Is Sick
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Stella is sick, and in that sickbed lies 
Sweetness, which breathes and pants as oft as she: 
And Grace, sick too, such fine conclusions tries 
That Sickness brags itself best grac`d to be. 

Beauty is sick, but sick in so fair guise 
That is that paleness Beauty`s white we see, 
And Joy, which is inseparate from those eyes, 
Stella now learns (strange case) to weep in thee. 

Love moves thy pain, and like a faithful page, 
As thy looks stir, runs up and down to make 
All folks press`d at thy will thy pain t`assuage. 

Nature with care sweats for her darling`s sake, 
Knowing worlds pass, ere she enough can find 
Of such heav`n stuff, to clothe so heav`nly mind.
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