Desire, though thou my old companion art, <br />And oft so clings to my pure love, that I <br />One from the other scarcely can descry, <br />While each doth blow the fire of my heart; <br /> <br />Now from thy felloswhip I needs must part, <br />Venus is taught with Dian's wings to fly: <br />I must no more in thy sweet passions lie; <br />Virtue's gold now must head my Cupid's dart. <br /> <br />Service and honor, wonder with delight, <br />Fear to offend, will worthy to appear, <br />Care shining in mine eyes, faith in my sprite: <br /> <br />These things are left me by my only dear; <br />But thou, Desire, because thou wouldst have all, <br />Now banish'd art. But yet alas how shall?<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-72-desire-though-thou-my-old-companion-art/
