<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet LXIV: No More, My Dear</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more, my dear, no more these counsels try;<br>Oh, give my passions leave to run their race;<br>Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace;<br>Let folk o'ercharg'd with brain against me cry;<br>Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye;<br>Let me no steps but of lost labour trace;<br>Let all the earth with scorn recount my case,<br>But do not will me from my love to fly.<br>I do not envy Aristotle's wit,<br>Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame;<br>Nor aught do care though some above me sit;<br>Nor hope nor wish another course to frame,<br>But that which once may win thy cruel heart:<br>Thou art my wit, and thou my virtue art.</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=519453" data-title="Sonnet LXIV: No More, My Dear de Philip Sidney" data-description="No more, my dear, no more these counsels try; Oh, give my passions leave to run their race; Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace; Let folk o'ercharg'd with brain against me cry; Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye; Let me no steps but ..."></div> </div> </div>

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