<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374406" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 54</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,<br>My love like the spectator ydly sits<br>Beholding me that all the pageants play,<br>Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.<br>Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits,<br>And mask in myrth lyke to a comedy:<br>Soone after when my joy to sorrow flits,<br>I waile and make my woes a tragedy.<br>Yet she, beholding me with constant eye,<br>Delights not in my merth nor rues my smart:<br>But when I laugh she mocks, and when I cry<br>She laughs and hardens evermore her heart.<br>What then can move her? if nor merth nor mone,<br>She is no woman, but a senceless stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edmund+Spenser">Edmund Spenser</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374406" data-title="Sonnet 54 de Edmund Spenser" data-description="Of this worlds theatre in which we stay, My love like the spectator ydly sits Beholding me that all the pageants play, Disguysing diversly my troubled wits. Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits, And mask in myrth lyke to a comedy: Soone after w..."></div> </div> </div>

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