<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37881" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 20</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now my Muse toyled with continuall care,<br> Begins to faint, and slacke her former pace,<br> Expecting favour from that heavenly grace,<br>That maie (in time) her feeble strength repaire.<br>Till when (sweete youth) th'essence of my soule,<br> (Thou that dost sit and sing at my hearts griefe.<br> Thou that dost send thy shepheard no reliefe)<br>Beholde, these lines; the sonnes of Teares and Dole.<br>Ah had great Colin chiefe of sheepheards all,<br> Or gentle Rowland, my professed friend,<br> Had they thy beautie, or my pennance pend,<br>Greater had beene thy fame, and lesse my fall:<br> But since that everie one cannot be wittie,<br> Pardon I crave of them, and of thee, pitty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Barnfield">Richard Barnfield</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=37881" data-title="Sonnet 20 de Richard Barnfield" data-description="But now my Muse toyled with continuall care,/ Begins to faint, and slacke her former pace,/ Expecting favour from that heavenly grace,/That maie (in time) her feeble strength repaire./Till when (sweete youth) th'essence of my soule,/ (Thou that do..."></div> </div> </div>

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