Because I oft in dark abstracted guise <br />Seem most alone in greatest company, <br />With dearth of words, or answers quite awry, <br />To them that would make speech of speech arise, <br /> <br />They deem, and of their doom the rumor flies, <br />That poison foul of bubbling pride doth lie <br />So in my swelling breast that only I <br />Fawn on myself, and others do despise: <br /> <br />Yet pride I think doth not my soul possess, <br />Which looks too oft in his unflatt'ring glass: <br />But one worse fault, ambition, I confess, <br /> <br />That makes me oft my best friends overpass, <br />Unseen, unheard, while though to highest place <br />Bends all his powers, even unto Stella's grace.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxvii-because-i-oft/
