Oft with true sighs, oft with uncalled tears, <br />Now with slow words, now with dumb eloquence <br />I Stella's eyes assail, invade her ears; <br />But this at last is her sweet breath'd defense: <br /> <br />That who indeed infelt affection bears, <br />So captives to his saint both soul and sense, <br />That wholly hers, all selfness he forbears, <br />Thence his desires he learns, his life's course thence. <br /> <br />Now since her chaste mind hates this love in me, <br />With chasten'd mind, I straight must show that she <br />Shall quickly me from what she hates remove. <br /> <br />Oh Doctor Cupid, thou for me reply, <br />Driv'n else to grant by angel's sophistry, <br />That I love not, without I leave to love.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-61-oft-with-true-sighs/
