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/sonnet-41-having-this-day-my-horse/
