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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 58: Doubt There Hath Been
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Doubt there hath been, when with his golden chain 
The Orator so far men`s hearts doth bind, 
That no place else their guided steps can find, 
But as he them more short or slack doth rein, 

Whether with words this sovereignty he gain, 
Cloth`d with fine tropes, with strongest reasons lin`d, 
Or else pronouncing grace, wherewith his mind 
Prints his own lively form in rudest brain: 

Now judge by this, in piercing phrases late, 
Th`anatomy of all my woes I wrate; 
Stella`s sweet breath the same to me did read. 

Oh voice, oh face! maugre my speech`s might, 
Which wooed woe, most ravishing delight 
E`en those sad words, e`en in sad me did breed.
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