Astrophil and Stella

Sonnet 40

As good to write, as for to lie and groan. 
   O Stella dear, how much thy power hath wrought, 
   That hast my mind (now of the basest) brought 
My still-kept course, while others sleep, to moan! 
Alas, if from the height of virtue's throne 
   Thou canst vouchsafe the influence of a thought 
   Upon a wretch that long thy grace hath sought, 
Weigh then how I by thee am overthrown, 
   And then think thus: although thy beauty be 
   Made manifest by such a victory, 
Yet noble conquerors do wrecks avoid. 
   Since then thou hast so far subdued me 
   That in my heart I offer still to thee, 
O do not let thy temple be destroyd!  
Sir Philip Sidney

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