Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XC
Stella, thinke not that I by verse seeke fame, Who seeke, who hope, who loue, who liue but thee; Thine eyes my pride, thy lips mine history: If thou praise not, all other praise is shame. Nor so ambitious am I, as to frame A nest for my young praise in lawrell tree: In truth, I sweare I wish not there should be Grau'd in my epitaph a Poets name. Ne, if I would, could I iust title make, That any laud thereof to me should growe, Without my plumes from others wings I take: For nothing from my wit or will doth flow, Since all my words thy beauty doth endite, And Loue doth hold my hand, and makes me write.
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