<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet XIV: Alas, Have I Not</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend, <br>Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire, <br>Than did on him who first stole down the fire, <br>While Love on me doth all his quiver spend, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But with your rhubarb words you must contend, <br>To grieve me worse, in saying that desire <br>Doth plunge my well-form'd soul even in the mire <br>Of sinful thoughts, which do in ruin end? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If that be sin which doth the manners frame, <br>Well stayed with truth in word and faith of deed, <br>Ready of wit and fearing nought but shame: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If that be sin which in fix'd hearts doth breed <br>A loathing of all loose unchastity, <br>Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.</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=519465" data-title="Sonnet XIV: Alas, Have I Not de Philip Sidney" data-description="Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend, Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire, Than did on him who first stole down the fire, While Love on me doth all his quiver spend, But with your rhubarb words you must contend, To grieve me worse..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black