Astrophil and Stella

Sonnet 85

I see the house, (my heart thy self contain!)
   Beware full sails drown not thy tottering barge,
   Lest joy, by nature apt sprites to enlarge,
Thee to thy wrack beyond thy limits strain;
Nor do like lords whose weak confused brain
   Not pointing to fit folks each undercharge,
   While every office themselves will discharge,
With doing all, leave nothing done but pain.
   But give apt servants their due place: let eyes
See beauty's total sum summed in her face;
Let ears hear speach which wit to wonder ties;
Let breath suck up those sweets; let arms embrace
   The globe of weal, lips love's indentures make;
   Thou but of all the kingly tribute take. 
Sir Philip Sidney

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