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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 69: Oh Joy, Too High For My Low Style</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh joy, too high for my low style to show: <br>Oh bliss, fit for a nobler state than me: <br>Envy, put out thine eyes, lest thou do see <br>What oceans of delight in me do flow. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My friend, that oft saw through all masks my woe, <br>Come, come, and let me pour myself on thee; <br>Gone is the winter of my misery, <br>My spring appears, oh see what here doth grow. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For Stella hath with words where faith doth shine, <br>Of her high heart giv'n me the monarchy: <br>I, I, oh I may say that she is mine, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And though she give but thus condition'ly <br>This realm of bliss, while virtuous course I take, <br>No kings be crown'd, but they some covenants make.</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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