Sir Philip Sidney

Here you will find the Poem Sonnet 47: What, Have I thus Betray'd of poet Sir Philip Sidney

Sonnet 47: What, Have I thus Betray'd

What, have I thus betray'd my liberty? 
Can those black beams such burning marks engrave In my free side? or am I born a slave, 
Whose neck becomes such yoke of tyranny? 

Or want I sense to feel my misery? 
Or sprite, disdain of such disdain to have, 
Who for long faith, though daily help I crave, 
May get no alms but scorn of beggery? 

Virtue awake, beauty but beauty is; 
I may, I must, I can, I will, I do 
Leave following that, which it is gain to miss. 

Let her go! Soft, but here she comes. Go to, 
Unkind, I love you not. Oh me, that eye 
Doth make my heart give to my tongue the lie.