Astrophil and Stella

Sonnet 72

Desire, though thou my old companion art, 
   And oft so clings to my pure love that I 
   One from the other scarcely can descry, 
While each doth blow the fire of my heart; 
Now from thy fellowship I needs must part; 
   Venus is taught with Dian's wings to fly; 
   I must no more in thy sweet passions lie; 
Virtue's gold must now head my Cupid's dart. 
   Service and honour, wonder with delight, 
Fear to offend, will worthy to appear, 
Care shining in mine eyes, faith in my sprite; 
These things are left me by my only dear: 
   But thou, desire, because thou wouldst have all, 
   Now banished art; but yet, alas, how shall?  
Sir Philip Sidney

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