Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet III
Let dainty wits crie on the Sisters nine, That, brauely maskt, their fancies may be told; Or, Pindars apes, flaunt they in phrases fine, Enam'ling with pied flowers their thoughts of gold; Or else let them in statlier glorie shine, Ennobling new-found tropes with problemes old; Or with strange similes enrich each line, Of herbes or beasts which Inde or Affrick hold. For me, in sooth, no Muse but one I know, Phrases and problems from my reach do grow; And strange things cost too deare for my poor sprites. How then? euen thus: in Stellaes face I reed What Loue and Beautie be; then all my deed But copying is, what in her Nature writes.
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