Good, brother Philip, I have borne you long. <br />I was content you should in favor creep, <br />While craftily you seem'd your cut to keep, <br />As though that fair soft hand did you great wrong. <br /> <br />I bare (with envy) yet I bare your song, <br />When in her neck you did love ditties peep; <br />Nay, more fool I, oft suffer'd you to sleep <br />In lilies' nest, where Love's self lies along. <br /> <br />What, doth high place ambitious thoughts augment? <br />Is sauciness reward of courtesy? <br />Cannot such grace your silly self content, <br /> <br />But you must needs with those lips billing be? <br />And through those lips drink nectar from that tongue? <br />Leave that, Sir Phip, lest off your neck be wrung.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-83-good-brother-philip/
