Astrophil and Stella

Sonnet 41

Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance 
   Guided so well that I obtained the prize, 
   Both by the judgement of the English eyes 
And of some sent from that sweet enemy France; 
Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance, 
   Town folks my strength; a daintier judge applies 
   His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise; 
Some lucky wits impute it but to chance; 
   Others, because of both sides I do take 
My blood from them who did excel in this, 
Think nature me a man-at-arms did make. 
How far they shot awry! The true cause is, 
   Stella looked on, and from her heavenly face 
   Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race. 
Sir Philip Sidney

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