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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 55: Muses, I Oft Invoked
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Muses, I oft invoked your hold aid, 
With choicest flow`rs my speech t`engarland so 
That it, despis`d in true by naked show, 
Might win some grace in your sweet grace array`d. 

And oft whole troops of saddest words I stay`d, 
Striving abroad a-foraging to go; 
Until by your inspiring I might know 
How their black banner might be best display`d. 

But now I mean no more your help to try, 
Nor other sug`ring of my speech to prove, 
But on her name incessantly to cry: 

For let me but name her whom I do love 
So sweet sounds straight mine ear and heart do hit, 
That I well find no eloquence like it.
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