Not at first sight, nor with a dribbed shot <br />Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed; <br />But known worth did in mine of time proceed, <br />Till by degrees it had full conquest got: <br /> <br />I saw and liked, I liked but loved not; <br />I lov'd, but straight did not what Love decreed. <br />At length to love's decrees I, forc'd, agreed, <br />Yet with repining at so partial lot. <br /> <br />Now even that footstep of lost liberty <br />Is gone, and now like slave-born Muscovite <br />I call it praise to suffer tyranny; <br /> <br />And now employ the remnant of my wit <br />To make myself believe that all is well, <br />While with a feeling skill I paint my hell.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-ii-not-at-first-sight/
