Here you will find the Poem Sonnet 46: I Curs'd Thee Oft of poet Sir Philip Sidney
I curs'd thee oft, I pity now thy case, Blind-hitting boy, since she that thee and me Rules with a beck, so tyrannizeth thee, That thou must want or food, or dwelling place, For she protest to banish thee her face. Her face? Oh Love, a rogue thou then shouldst be! If Love learn not alone to love and see, Without desire to feed of further grace. Alas poor wag, that now a scholar art To such a schoolmistress, whose lessons new Thou needs must miss, and so thou needs must smart. Yet dear, let me his pardon get of you, So long (though he from book miche to desire) Till without fuel you can make hot fire.
