Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Astrophel and StellaXC. Stella! think not that I by verse seek fame
Sir Philip Sidney (15541586)S
Who seek, who hope, who love, who live but thee.
Thine eyes my pride; thy lips mine history:
If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.
Not so ambitious am I as to frame
A nest for my young praise in laurel tree:
In truth I swear, I wish not there should be
Graved in my epitaph, a Poet’s name.
Ne if I would, I could just title make
That any laud to me thereof should grow,
Without my plumes from others’ wings I take.
For nothing from my wit or will doth flow:
Since all my words, thy beauty doth indite;
And love doth hold my hand and makes me write.