Sweet swelling lip, well may'st thou swell in pride, <br />Since best wits think it wit thee to admire; <br />Nature's praise, Virtue's stall, Cupid's cold fire, <br />Whence words, not words but heav'nly graces, slide; <br /> <br />The new Parnassus, where the Muses bide, <br />Sweet'ner of music, wisdom's baeautifier: <br />Breather of life, and fast'ner of desire, <br />Where Beauty's blush in Honor's grain is dyed. <br /> <br />Thus much my heart compell'd my mouth to say, <br />But now, spite of my heart, my mouth will stay, <br />Loathing all lies, doubting this flattery is: <br /> <br />And no spur can his resty race renew, <br />Without how far this praise is short of you, <br />Sweet lip, you teach my mouth with one sweet kiss.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-80-sweet-swelling-lip/
