Stella, since thou so right a princess art <br />Of all the powers which life bestows on me, <br />That ere by them aught undertaken be <br />They first resort unto that sovereign part; <br /> <br />Sweet, for a while give respite to my heart, <br />Which pants as though it still should leap to thee, <br />And on my thoughts give thy lieutenancy <br />To this great cause, which needs both use and art. <br /> <br />And as a queen, who from her presence sends <br />Whom she employs, dismiss from thee my wit, <br />Till it have wrought what thy own will attends. <br /> <br />On servant's shame oft master's blame doth sit; <br />Oh let not fools in me thy works reprove, <br />And scorning say, 'See what it is to love.'<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-107-stella-since-thou-so-right/
