<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519472" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet XX: Fly, Fly, My Friends</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound; fly! <br>See there that boy, that murthering boy I say, <br>Who like a thief, hid in dark bush doth lie, <br>Till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So tyrant he no fitter place could spy, <br>Nor so fair level in so secret stay, <br>As that sweet black which veils the heav'nly eye: <br>There himself with his shot he close doth lay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor passenger, pass now thereby I did, <br>And stayed pleas'd with the prospect of the place, <br>While that black hue from me the bad guest hid: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But straight I saw motions of lightning grace, <br>And then descried the glist'ring of his dart: <br>But ere I could fly hence, it pierc'd my heart.</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=519472" data-title="Sonnet XX: Fly, Fly, My Friends de Philip Sidney" data-description="Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound; fly! See there that boy, that murthering boy I say, Who like a thief, hid in dark bush doth lie, Till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey. So tyrant he no fitter place could spy, Nor so fair level..."></div> </div> </div>

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