Thank you so much for sharing this sonnet with us.
Happy New Year to you too!
> Message: 2
> Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2002 22:10:59 -0000
> From: "peterofmarin <mister_peter@...>"
> Subject: The Soveraigne Season
> Most gracious Soueraigne,
> To one whose state is raised over all,
> Whose face doth oft, the bravest sort enchant,
> Whose mind is such, as wisest minds appall,
> Who in one selfe these diuerse gifts can plant;
> How dare I wretch seeke there my woes to rest,
> Where eares be burnt, eyes dazled, harts
> Your State is great, your greatnesse is our
> Your face hurts oft, but still it doth delight,
> Your mind is wise, your wisdome makes you mild,
> Such planted gifts enrich even beggers sight:
> So dare I wretch my bashfull feare subdue,
> And feede mine eares, mine eyes, my hart in you.
> ---Sir Philip Sidney
> Happy New Year All!
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