What, have I thus betray'd my liberty? <br />Can those black beams such burning marks engrave In my free side? or am I born a slave, <br />Whose neck becomes such yoke of tyranny? <br /> <br />Or want I sense to feel my misery? <br />Or sprite, disdain of such disdain to have, <br />Who for long faith, though daily help I crave, <br />May get no alms but scorn of beggery? <br /> <br />Virtue awake, beauty but beauty is; <br />I may, I must, I can, I will, I do <br />Leave following that, which it is gain to miss. <br /> <br />Let her go! Soft, but here she comes. Go to, <br />Unkind, I love you not. Oh me, that eye <br />Doth make my heart give to my tongue the lie.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-47-what-have-i-thus-betray-d/
