Astrophel and Stella: 27

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Because I oft in darke abstracted guise,Seeme most alone in greatest companieWith dearth of words, or answers quite awrie,To them that would make speech of speech arise,They deeme, and of their doome the rumour flies,That poyson foule of bubling pride doth lieSo in my swelling breast that onely IFawne on me selfe, and others do despise:Yet pride I thinke doth not my soule possesse,Which lookes too oft in his vnflattring glasse:But one worse fault Ambition I confesse,That makes me oft my best friends ouer-passe,Vnseene, vnheard, while thought to highest placeBends all his powers, euen vnto Stellas grace.

© Sir Philip Sidney