Poem by Philip Sidney

Sonnet 16. In Nature Apt

In nature apt to like when I did see
      Beauties, which were of many carats fine,
      My boiling sprites did thither soon incline,
And, Love, I thought that I was full of thee:
But finding not those restless flames in me,
      Which others said did make their souls to pine:
      I thought those babes of some pin's hurt did whine,
By my love judging what Love's pain might be.
      But while I thus with this young lion played,
Mine eyes (shall I say curst or blest) beheld
Stella; now she is nam'd, need more be said?
In her sight I a lesson new have spell'd,
      I now have learn'd Love right, and learn'd even so,
      As who by being poison'd doth poison know.

1. The Bargain
2. Psalm 23
3. Philomela
4. Ring Out Your Bells
5. You Gote-Heard Gods

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