Thou blind man's mark, thou fool's self chosen snare, <br />Fond fancy's scum, and dregs of scatter'd thought, <br />Band of all evils, cradle of causeless care, <br />Thou web of will,whose end is never wrought. <br /> <br />Desire, desire I have too dearly bought, <br />With price of mangled mind thy worthless ware, <br />Too long, too long asleep thou hast me brought, <br />Who should my mind to higher things prepare. <br /> <br />But yet in vain thou hast my ruin sought, <br />In vain thou madest me to vain things aspire, <br />In vain thou kindlest all thy smoky fire. <br /> <br />For virtue hath this better lesson taught, <br />Within myself to seek my only hire: <br />Desiring nought but how to kill desire.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thou-blind-man-s-mark/
