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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 46: I Curs`d Thee Oft
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I curs`d thee oft, I pity now thy case, 
Blind-hitting boy, since she that thee and me 
Rules with a beck, so tyrannizeth thee, 
That thou must want or food, or dwelling place, 

For she protest to banish thee her face. 
Her face? Oh Love, a rogue thou then shouldst be! 
If Love learn not alone to love and see, 
Without desire to feed of further grace. 

Alas poor wag, that now a scholar art 
To such a schoolmistress, whose lessons new 
Thou needs must miss, and so thou needs must smart. 

Yet dear, let me his pardon get of you, 
So long (though he from book miche to desire) 
Till without fuel you can make hot fire.
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