Reason, in faith thou art well serv'd, that still <br />Wouldst brabbling be with sense and love in me: <br />I rather wish'd thee climb the Muses' hill, <br />Or reach the fruit of Nature's choicest tree, <br /> <br />Or seek heav'n's course, or heav'n's inside to see: <br />Why shouldst thou toil our thorny soil to till? <br />Leave sense, and those which sense's objects be: <br />Deal thou with powers of thoughts, leave love to will. <br /> <br />But thou wouldst needs fight both with love and sense, <br />With sword of wit, giving wounds of dispraise, <br />Till downright blows did foil thy cunning fence: <br /> <br />For soon as they strake thee with Stella's rays, <br />Reason thou kneel'dst, and offeredst straight to prove <br />By reason good, good reason her to love.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-10-reason/
