Cupid, because thou shin'st in Stella's eyes, <br />That from her locks, thy day-nets, noe scapes free, <br />That those lips swell, so full of thee they be, <br />That her sweet breath makes oft thy flames to rise, <br /> <br />That in her breast thy pap well sugared lies, <br />That he Grace gracious makes thy wrongs, that she <br />What words so ere she speak persuades for thee, <br />That her clear voice lifts thy fame to the skies: <br /> <br />Thou countest Stella thine, like those whose powers <br />Having got up a breach by fighting well, <br />Cry, "Victory, this fair day all is ours." <br /> <br />Oh no, her heart is such a citadel, <br />So fortified with wit, stored with disdain, <br />That to win it, is all the skill and pain.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xii-cupid-because-thou/
