Sonnet 134 (Petrarch/Wyatt)
I find no peace, and all my war is done; I fear and hope; I burn and freeze like ice; I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;And nought I have, and all the world I seize on;That looseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison And holdeth me not, yet can I 'scape nowise; Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,And yet of death it giveth none occasion.Withouten eyen, I see; and without tongue I plain; I desire to perish, and yet I ask health; I love another, and thus I hate myself;I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain; Likewise displeaseth me both death and life; And my delight is causer of this strife.
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