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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519438" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 90: Stella, Think Not That I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519438" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame, <br>Who seek, who hope, who love, who live but thee; <br>Thine eyes my pride, thy lips my history: <br>If thou praise not, all other praise is shame. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519438" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nor so ambitious am I, as to frame <br>A nest for praise in my young laurel tree: <br>In truth I swear, I wish not there should be <br>Grav'd in mine epitaph a poet's name: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519438" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ne if I would, could I just title make, <br>That any laud to me thereof should grow, <br>Without my plumes from others' wings I take. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519438" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For nothing from my wit or will doth flow, <br>Since all my words thy beauty doth indite, <br>And Love doth hold my hand, and makes me write.</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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