<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536598" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXIX</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">TO HER WHO WOULD COMFORT HIM<br>I did not ask your pity, dear. Your zeal<br>I know. It cannot cure me of my woes.<br>And you, in your sweet happiness, who knows,<br>Deserve it rather I should pity feel<br>For what the coming years from you conceal.<br>I did but cry, thou dear Samaritan,<br>Out of my bitterness of soul. Each man<br>Has his own sorrow treading on his heel,<br>Ready to strike him, and must keep his shield<br>To his own back. Fate's arrows thickly fly,<br>And, if they strike not now, will strike at even.<br>And so I ask no pity. On life's field<br>The wounded crawl together, but their cry<br>Is not to one another but to Heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</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=536598" data-title="The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXIX de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="TO HER WHO WOULD COMFORT HIM I did not ask your pity, dear. Your zeal I know. It cannot cure me of my woes. And you, in your sweet happiness, who knows, Deserve it rather I should pity feel For what the coming years from you conceal. I did but cry..."></div> </div> </div>

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