Hope, art thou true, or dost thou flatter me? <br />Doth Stella now begin with piteous eye <br />The ruins of her conquest to espy: <br />Will she take time, before all wracked be? <br /> <br />Her eye's speech is translated thus by thee. <br />But failst thou not in phrase so heav'nly high? <br />Look on again, the fair text better try: <br />What blushing notes dost thou in margin see? <br /> <br />What sighs stol'n out, or kill'd before full born? <br />Hast thou found such and such like arguments? <br />Or art thou else to comfort me foresworn? <br /> <br />Well, how so thou interpret the contents, <br />I am resolv'd thy error to maintain, <br />Rather than by more truth to get more pain.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-67-hope-art-thou-true/
