Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XXI
Your words, my friend, (right healthfull caustiks), blame My young mind marde, whom Loue doth windlas so; That mine owne writings, like bad seruants, show My wits quicke in vaine thoughts, in vertue lame; That Plato I read for nought but if he tame Such coltish yeeres; that to my birth I owe Nobler desires, lest else that friendly foe, Great expectation, wear a train of shame: For since mad March great promise made of mee, If now the May of my yeeres much decline, What can be hop'd my haruest-time will be? Sure, you say well, Your wisedomes golden myne Dig deepe with Learnings spade. Now tell me this: Hath this world aught so fair as Stella is?
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