Astrophil and Stella
Good brother Philip, I have borne you long;
I was content you should in favour creep,
While craftily you seemed your cut to keep,
As though that fair soft hand did you great wrong:
I bare with envy, yet I bare your song,
When in her neck you did love-ditties peep;
Nay (more fool I) oft suffered you to sleep
In lilies' nest where love's self lies along.
What, doth high place ambitious thoughts augment?
Is sauciness reward of courtesy?
Cannot such grace your silly self content,
But you must needs with those lips billing be,
And through those lips drink nectar from that tounge?
Leave that, Sir Phip, lest off your neck be wrong!
Sir Philip Sidney
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