Sonnet 53. In Martial Sports In martial sports I had my cunning tried, And yet to break more staves did me address: While, with the people's shouts, I must confess, Youth, luck, and praise, ev'n fill'd my veins with pride; When Cupid having me his slave descried, In Mars's livery, prancing in the press: 'What now, Sir Fool,' said he; I would no less. 'Look here, I say.' I look'd and Stella spied, Who hard by made a window send forth light. My heart then quak'd, then dazzled were mine eyes; One hand forgot to rule, th'other to fight. Nor trumpet's sound I heard, nor friendly cries; My foe came on, and beat the air for me, Till that her blush taught me my shame to see. |
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