What may words say, or what may words not say, <br />Where truth itself must speak like flattery? <br />Within what bounds can one his liking stay, <br />Where Nature doth with infinite agree? <br /> <br />What Nestor's counsel can my flames allay, <br />Since Reason's self doth blow the coal in me? <br />And ah what hope, that hope should once see day, <br />Where Cupid is sworn page to Chastity? <br /> <br />Honor is honor'd, that thou dost possess <br />Him as thy slave, and now long needy Fame <br />Doth even grom rich, naming my Stella's name. <br /> <br />Wit learns in thee perfection to express, <br />Not thou by praise, but prasie in thee is rais'd: <br />It is a praise to praise, when thou art prais'd.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-35-what-may-words-say/
