Sir Philip Sidney - "Thou blind man's mark, thou fool's self chosen snare" (from The Seven Wonders of England) lyrics

Thou blind man's mark, thou fool's self-chosen snare, Fond fancy's scum, and dregs of scatter'd thought; Band of all evils, cradle of causeless care; Thou web of will,whose end is never wrought; Desire, desire! I have too dearly bought, With price of mangled mind, thy worthless ware; Too long, too long, asleep thou hast me brought, Who should my mind to higher things prepare. But yet in vain thou hast my ruin sought; In vain thou madest me to vain things aspire; In vain thou kindlest all thy smoky fire; For virtue hath this better lesson taught- Within myself to seek my only hire, Desiring nought but how to k** desire.