As good to write as for to lie and groan, <br />Oh Stella dear, how much thy power hath wrought, <br />That hast my mind, none of the basest, brought <br />My still-kept course, while others sleep, to moan. <br /> <br />Alas, if from the height of Virtue's throne, <br />Thou canst vouchsafe the influence of a thought <br />Upon a wretch, that long thy grace hath sought; <br />Weigh then how I by thee am overthrown: <br /> <br />And then, think thus, although thy beauty be <br />Made manifest by such a victory, <br />Yet noblest conquerors do wrecks avoid. <br /> <br />Since then thou hast so far subdued me, <br />That in my heart I offer still to thee, <br />Oh do not let thy Temple be destroyed.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-40-as-good-to-write/
