Like some weak lords, neighbor'd by mighty kings, <br />To keep themselves and their chief cities free, <br />Do easily yield, that all their coasts may be <br />Ready to store their camps of needful things: <br /> <br />So Stella's heart finding what power Love brings, <br />To keep itself in life and liberty, <br />Doth willing grant, that in the frontiers he <br />Use all to help his other conquerings: <br /> <br />And thus her heart escapes, but thus her eyes <br />Serve him with shot, her lips his heralds are; <br />Her breasts his tents, legs his triumphal car; <br /> <br />Her flesh his food, her skin his armor brave, <br />And I, but for bacuse my prospect lies <br />Upon that coast, am giv'n up for a slave.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxix-like-some-weak-lords/
