Pardon mine ears, both I and they do pray, <br />So may your tongue still fluently proceed, <br />To them that do such entertainment need, <br />So may you still have somewhat new to say. <br /> <br />On silly me do not the burden lay, <br />Of all the grave conceits your brain doth breed; <br />But find some Hercules to bear, instead <br />Of Atlas tir'd, your wisdom's heav'nly sway. <br /> <br />For me, while you discourse of courtly tides, <br />Of cunning fishers in most troubled streams, <br />Of straying ways, when valiant error guides: <br /> <br />Meanwhile my heart confers with Stella's beams <br />And is even irk'd that so sweet comedy, <br />By such unsuited speech should hinder'd be.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-51-pardon-mine-ears/
