Love by sure proof I may call thee unkind, <br />That giv'st no better ear to my just cries: <br />Thou whom to me such my good turns should bind, <br />As I may well recount, but none can prize: <br /> <br />For when, nak'd boy, thou couldst no harbor find <br />In this old world, grown now so too too wise, <br />I lodg'd thee in my heart, and being blind <br />Bu nature born, I gave to thee mine eyes. <br /> <br />Mine eyes, my light, my heart, my life alas, <br />If so great services may scorned be, <br />Yet let this thought thy tigrish courage pass: <br /> <br />That I perhaps am somewhat kin to thee, <br />Since in thine arms, if learn'd fame truth hath spread, <br />Thou bear'st the arrow, I the arrowhead.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-65-love-by-sure-proof/
