<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519442" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 94: Grief Find The Words</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grief find the words, for thou hast made my brain <br>So dark with misty vapors, which arise <br>From out thy heavy mold, that inbent eyes <br>Can scarce discern the shape of mine own pain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do thou then (for thou canst) do thou complain <br>For my poor soul, which now that sickness tries, <br>Which ev'n to sense, sense of itself denies, <br>Though harbingers of death lodge there his train. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or if thy love of plaint yet mine forbears, <br>As of a caitiff worthy so to die, <br>Yet wail thyself, and wail with causeful tears, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That though in wretchedness thy life doth lie, <br>Yet growest more wretched than thy nature bears <br>By being plac'd in such a wretch as I.</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=519442" data-title="Sonnet 94: Grief Find The Words de Philip Sidney" data-description="Grief find the words, for thou hast made my brain So dark with misty vapors, which arise From out thy heavy mold, that inbent eyes Can scarce discern the shape of mine own pain. Do thou then (for thou canst) do thou complain For my poor soul..."></div> </div> </div>

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