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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374492" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet XXXVIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374492" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">ARion, when through tempests cruel wracke,<br>He forth was thrown into the greedy seas:<br>through the sweet musick which his harp did make<br>allu'rd a Dolphin him from death to ease.<br>But my rude musick, which was wont to please<br>some dainty eares, cannot with any skill,<br>the dreadfull tempest of her wrath appease,<br>nor moue the Dolphin from her stubborne will,<br>But in her pride she dooth perseuer still,<br>all carelesse how my life for her decayse:<br>yet with one word she can it saue or spill,<br>to spill were pitty, but to saue were prayse.<br>Chose rather to be praysd for dooing good,<br>then to be blam'd for spilling guiltlesse blood.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edmund+Spenser">Edmund Spenser</a></strong></div>