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Not at first sight, nor with a dribbed shot
 
Not at first sight, nor with a dribbed shot
: Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed;  
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Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed;  
: But known worth did in mine of time proceed,  
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But known worth did in mine of time proceed,  
: Till by degrees it had full conquest got:
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Till by degrees it had full conquest got:
 
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:I saw and liked, I liked but loved not;
I saw and liked, I liked but loved not;
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I lov'd, but straight did not what Love decreed.  
: I lov'd, but straight did not what Love decreed.  
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At length to love's decrees I, forc'd, agreed,  
: At length to love's decrees I, forc'd, agreed,  
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Yet with repining at so partial lot.
: Yet with repining at so partial lot.
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:Now even that footstep of lost liberty
 
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Is gone, and now like slave-born Muscovite  
Now even that footstep of lost liberty
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I call it praise to suffer tyranny;
: Is gone, and now like slave-born Muscovite  
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:And now employ the remnant of my wit
: I call it praise to suffer tyranny;
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To make myself believe that all is well,  
 
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While with a feeling skill I paint my hell.
And now employ the remnant of my wit
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: To make myself believe that all is well,  
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: While with a feeling skill I paint my hell.
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==First Edition==
 
==First Edition==

Revision as of 13:47, 23 April 2007

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Not at first sight, nor with a dribbed shot Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed; But known worth did in mine of time proceed, Till by degrees it had full conquest got:

I saw and liked, I liked but loved not;

I lov'd, but straight did not what Love decreed. At length to love's decrees I, forc'd, agreed, Yet with repining at so partial lot.

Now even that footstep of lost liberty

Is gone, and now like slave-born Muscovite I call it praise to suffer tyranny;

And now employ the remnant of my wit

To make myself believe that all is well, While with a feeling skill I paint my hell.

First Edition

Sir Philip Sidney. "Loving in Truth." Astrophel and Stella. London: Thomas Newman, 1591.

Critical Edition

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