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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 57: Woe, Having Made With Many Fights</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Woe, having made with many fights his own <br>Each sense of mine; each gift, each power of mind <br>Grown now his slaves, he forc'd them out to find <br>The thoroughest words, fit for Woe's self to groan, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hoping that when they might find Stella alone, <br>Before she could prepare to be unkind, <br>Her soul, arm'd but with such a dainty rind, <br>Should soon be pierc'd with sharpness of the moan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She heard my plaints, and did not only hear, <br>But them (so sweet is she) most sweetly sing, <br>With that fair breast making woe's darkness clear: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A pretty case! I hoped her to bring <br>To feel my griefs, and she with face and voice <br>So sweets my pains, that my pains me rejoice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Philip+Sidney">Philip Sidney</a><div class=q>
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Each sense of mine; each gift, each power of mind 
Grown now his slaves, he forc'd them out to find 
The thoroughest words, fit for Woe's self to groan, 

Hoping that when they might find Stella alone, 
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