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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 51: Pardon Mine Ears
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Pardon mine ears, both I and they do pray, 
So may your tongue still fluently proceed, 
To them that do such entertainment need, 
So may you still have somewhat new to say. 

On silly me do not the burden lay, 
Of all the grave conceits your brain doth breed; 
But find some Hercules to bear, instead 
Of Atlas tir`d, your wisdom`s heav`nly sway. 

For me, while you discourse of courtly tides, 
Of cunning fishers in most troubled streams, 
Of straying ways, when valiant error guides: 

Meanwhile my heart confers with Stella`s beams 
And is even irk`d that so sweet comedy, 
By such unsuited speech should hinder`d be.
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