Astrophil and Stella

Sonnet 80

Sweet-swelling lip, well may'st thou swell in pride, 
   Since best wits think it wit thee to admire; 
   Nature's praise, virtue's stall; Cupid's cold fire, 
Whence words, not words but heavenly graces slide; 
The new Parnassus, where the muses bide; 
   Sweetener of music, wisdom's beautifier, 
   Breather of life, and fastener of desire, 
Where beauties blush in honour's grain is dyed. 
   Thus much my heart compelled my mouth to say; 
   But now, spite of my heart, my mouth will stay, 
Loathing all lies, doubting this flattery is: 
   And no spur can his resty race renew, 
   Without, how far this praise is short of you, 
Sweet lip, you teach my mouth with one sweet kiss.  
Sir Philip Sidney

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