<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519421" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 74: I Never Drank</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never drank of Aganippe well, <br>Nor ever did in shade of Tempe sit, <br>And Muses scorn with vulgar brains to swell; <br>Poor layman I, for sacred rites unfit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some do I hear of poets' fury tell, <br>But (God wot) wot not what they mean by it: <br>And this I swear by blackest brook of hell, <br>I am no pick-purse of another's wit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How fall it then, that with so smooth an ease <br>My thoughts I speak, and what I speak doth flow <br>In verse, and that my verse best wits doth please? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Guess we the cause. 'What, it it thus?' Fie, no. <br>'Or so?' Much less. 'How then?' Sure, thus it is: <br>My lips are sweet, inspir'd with Stella's kiss.</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> <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=519421" data-title="Sonnet 74: I Never Drank de Philip Sidney" data-description="I never drank of Aganippe well, Nor ever did in shade of Tempe sit, And Muses scorn with vulgar brains to swell; Poor layman I, for sacred rites unfit. Some do I hear of poets' fury tell, But (God wot) wot not what they mean by it: And this..."></div> </div> </div>

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