I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might, <br /> And then would not, or could not, see my bliss; <br /> Till now wrapt in a most infernal night, <br /> I find how heav'nly day, wretch! I did miss. <br /> Heart, rend thyself, thou dost thyself but right; <br /> No lovely Paris made thy Helen his, <br /> No force, no fraud robb'd thee of thy delight, <br /> Nor Fortune of thy fortune author is; <br /> But to myself myself did give the blow, <br /> While too much wit, forsooth, so troubled me <br /> That I respects for both our sakes must show: <br /> And yet could not by rising morn foresee <br /> How fair a day was near: O punish'd eyes, <br /> That I had been more foolish,--or more wise!<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/astrophel-and-stella-xxxiii/
