Stella, the fullness of my thoughts of thee <br />Cannot be stay'd within my panting breast, <br />But they do swell and struggle forth of me, <br />Till that in words thy figure be express'd. <br /> <br />And yet as soon as they so formed be, <br />According to my Lord Love's own behest: <br />With sad eyes I their weak proportion see, <br />To portrait that which in this world is best. <br /> <br />So that I cannot choose but write my mind, <br />And cannot choose but put out what I write, <br />While these poor babes their death in birth do find: <br /> <br />And now my pen these lines had dashed quite, <br />But that they stopp'd his fury from the same, <br />Because their forefront bare sweet Stella's name.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-50-stella-the-fullness-of-my-thoughts/
