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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 73: Love Still A Boy
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Love still a boy, and oft a wanton is, 
School`d only by his mother`s tender eye: 
What wonder then if he his lesson miss, 
When for so soft a rod dear play he try? 

And yet my Star, because a sugar`d kiss 
In sport I suck`d, while she asleep did lie, 
Doth low`r, nay chide; nay, threat for only this: 
Sweet, it was saucy Love, not humble I. 

But no `scuse serves, she makes her wrath appear 
In Beauty`s throne; see now who dares come near 
Those scarlet judges, threat`ning bloody pain? 

Oh heav`nly fool, thy most kiss-worthy face 
Anger invests with such a lovely grace, 
That Anger`s self I needs must kiss again.
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