Astrophil and Stella
Sonnet 33
I might (unhappy word!) O me, I might,
And then I would not, or could not, see my bliss,
Till now wrapped in a most infernal night,
I find how heavenly day, wretch! I did miss.
Heart, rend thyself, thou dost thyself but right;
No lovely Paris made thy Helen his;
No force, no fraud robbed thee of thy delight,
Nor fortune of thy fortune author is,
But to my self my self did give the blow,
While too much wit, forsooth, so troubled me
That I respects for both our sakes must show:
And yet could not, by rising morn foresee
How fair a day was near: O punished eyes,
That I had been more foolish, or more wise!
Sir Philip Sidney
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