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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519431" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 83: Good, Brother Philip</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519431" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Good, brother Philip, I have borne you long. <br>I was content you should in favor creep, <br>While craftily you seem'd your cut to keep, <br>As though that fair soft hand did you great wrong. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519431" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I bare (with envy) yet I bare your song, <br>When in her neck you did love ditties peep; <br>Nay, more fool I, oft suffer'd you to sleep <br>In lilies' nest, where Love's self lies along. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519431" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What, doth high place ambitious thoughts augment? <br>Is sauciness reward of courtesy? <br>Cannot such grace your silly self content, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519431" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But you must needs with those lips billing be? <br>And through those lips drink nectar from that tongue? <br>Leave that, Sir Phip, lest off your neck be wrung.</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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