| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Astrophel and Stella | | XLVII. What! have I thus betrayed my liberty? | | Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) |
| | | WHAT! have I thus betrayed my liberty? | |
| Can those black beams, such burning marks engrave | |
| In my free side? or am I born a slave, | |
| Whose neck becomes such yoke of tyranny? | |
| Or want I sense to feel my misery? | 5 |
| Or sprite, disdain of such disdain to have? | |
| Who for long faith, though daily help I crave, | |
| May get no alms, but scorn of beggary. | |
| VIRTUE, awake! BEAUTY, but beauty is. | |
| I may, I must, I can, I will, I do | 10 |
| Leave following that which it is gain to miss. | |
| Let her do! Soft! but here she comes. Go to! | |
| “Unkind! I love you not.” O me! that eye | |
| Doth make my heart give to my tongue the lie. | | | | |
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