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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519382" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 34: Come Let Me Write</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519382" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Come, let me write. 'And to what end?' To ease <br>A burthen'd heart. 'How can words ease, which are <br>The glasses of thy daily vexing care?' <br>Oft cruel fights well pictur'd forth do please. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519382" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Art not asham'd to publish thy disease?' <br>Nay, that may breed my fame, it is so rare. <br>'But will not wise men think thy words fond ware?' <br>Then be they close, and so none shall displease. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519382" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'What idler thing than speak and not be heard?' <br>What harder thing than smart, and not to speak? <br>Peace, foolish wit, with wit my wit is marr'd. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519382" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus write I while I doubt to write, and wreak <br>My harms on ink's poor loss; perhaps some find <br>Stella's great powers, that so confuse my mind.</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=Philip+Sidney">Philip Sidney</a></strong></div>

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