Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XIX
On Cupids bowe how are my heart-strings bent, That see my wracke, and yet embrace the same! When most I glory, then I feele most shame; I willing run, yet while I run repent; My best wits still their own disgrace inuent: My very inke turns straight to Stellas name; And yet my words, as them my pen doth frame, Auise them selues that they are vainely spent: For though she passe all things, yet what is all That vnto me, who fare like him that both Lookes to the skies and in a ditch doth fall? O let me prop my mind, yet in his growth, And not in nature for best fruits vnfit. Scholler, saith Loue, bend hitherward your wit.
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