Astrophil
and Stella, Sonnet
61
Oft with true sighs, oft with uncalled tears,
Now with slow words, now with dumb eloquence
I Stella's eyes assail, invade her ears;
But this at last is her sweet-breathed defense:
That who indeed infelt
affection bears,
So captives to his saint both soul and sense,
That wholly hers, all selfness he forbears,
Thence his desires he learns, his life's course thence.
Now since her chaste mind
hates this love
in me,
With chastened mind I straight must
show that she
Shall quickly me from what she hates remove.
O Doctor Cupid, thou for
me reply,
Driven else to grant by
angel's sophistry
That I love not, without I leave to love.