I see the house; my heart thyself contain, <br />Beware full sails drown not thy tott'ring barge, <br />Lest joy, by nature apt sprites to enlarge, <br />Thee to ty wrack beyond thy limits strain. <br /> <br />Nor do like lords, whose weak confused brain <br />Not pointing to fit folks each undercharge, <br />While every office themselves will discharge, <br />With doing all, leave nothing done but pain. <br /> <br />But give apt servants their due place: let eyes <br />See beauty's total sum summ'd in her face; <br />Let ears hear speech, which wit to wonder ties; <br /> <br />Let breath suck up those sweets; let arms embrace <br />The globe of weal, lips Love's indentures make: <br />Thou but of all the kingly tribute take.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-85-i-see-the-house/
