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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 50: Stella, The Fullness Of My Thoughts
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Stella, the fullness of my thoughts of thee 
Cannot be stay`d within my panting breast, 
But they do swell and struggle forth of me, 
Till that in words thy figure be express`d. 

And yet as soon as they so formed be, 
According to my Lord Love`s own behest: 
With sad eyes I their weak proportion see, 
To portrait that which in this world is best. 

So that I cannot choose but write my mind, 
And cannot choose but put out what I write, 
While these poor babes their death in birth do find: 

And now my pen these lines had dashed quite, 
But that they stopp`d his fury from the same, 
Because their forefront bare sweet Stella`s name.
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