Astrophil and Stella
In nature, apt to like, when I did see
Beauties which were of many carats fine,
My boiling sprites did thither then incline,
And, love, I thought that I was full of thee:
But finding not those restless flames in me,
Which others said did make their souls to pine,
I thought those babes of some pin's hurt did whine,
By my soul judging what love's pain might be.
But while I thus with this young lion played,
Mine eyes (shall I say cursed or blessed?) beheld
Stella: now she is named, need more be said?
In her sight I a lesson new have spelled.
I now have learned love right, and learned even so
As they that being poisoned poison know.
Sir Philip Sidney
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