Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame,
Who seek, who hope, who love, who live but thee;
Thine eyes my pride, thy lips my history:
If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.
Nor so ambitious am I, as to frame
A nest for praise in my young laurel tree:
In truth I swear, I wish not there should be
Grav'd in mine epitaph a poet's name:
Ne if I would, could I just title make,
That any laud to me thereof should grow,
Without my plumes from others' wings I take.
For nothing from my wit or will doth flow,
Since all my words thy beauty doth indite,
And Love doth hold my hand, and makes me write.
Sonnet 90: Stella, Think Not That I
Sir Philip Sidney
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Poem topics: beauty, history, hope, pride, tree, truth, young, write, shame, hold, live, verse, poet, swear, thine, stella, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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