Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XXIII
The curious wits, seeing dull pensiuenesse Bewray it self in my long-settl'd eies Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise, With idle paines and missing ayme do guesse. Some, that know how my spring I did addresse, Deem that my Muse some fruit of knowledge plies; Others, because the prince my seruice tries, Thinke that I think State errours to redress: But harder iudges iudge ambitions rage: Scourge of itselfe, still climbing slipperie place: Holds my young brain captiu'd in golden cage. O fooles, or ouer-wise. alas, the race Of all my thoughts hath neither stop nor start But only Stellaes eyes and Stellaes heart.
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