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