William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Stella, Think NotSir Philip Sidney (15541586)
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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.
Nor 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, could I just title make,
That any laud thereof to me 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.