Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance <br /> Guided so well that I obtain'd the prize, <br /> Both by the judgment of the English eyes <br /> And of some sent from that sweet enemy France; <br /> Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance, <br /> Town folks my strength; a daintier judge applies <br /> His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise; <br /> Some lucky wits impute it but to chance; <br /> Others, because of both sides I do take <br /> My blood from them who did excel in this, <br /> Think Nature me a man of arms did make. <br /> How far they shot awry! The true cause is, <br /> Stella look'd on, and from her heav'nly face <br /> Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/astrophel-and-stella-xli/
