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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519466" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet XIX: On Cupid's Bow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519466" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On Cupid's bow how are my heartstrings bent, <br>That see my wrack, and yet embrace the same? <br>When most I glory, then I feel most shame: <br>I willing run, yet while I run, repent. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519466" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My best wits still their own disgrace invent: <br>My very ink turns straight to Stella's name; <br>And yet my words, as them my pen doth frame, <br>Avise themselves that they are vainly spent. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519466" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For though she pass all things, yet what is all <br>That unto me, who fare like him that both <br>Looks to the skies and in a ditch doth fall? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519466" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh let me prop my mind, yet in his growth, <br>And not in Nature, for best fruits unfit: <br>"Scholar," saith Love, "bend hitherward your wit."</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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