Astrophil and Stella, Sonnet 107

Stella, since thou so right a princess art
     Of all the powers which life bestows on me,
     That ere by them aught undertaken be
They first resort unto that sovereign part;
Sweet, for a while give respite to my heart,
     Which pants as though it still should leap to thee;
     And on my thoughts give thy lieutenancy
To this great cause, which needs both use and art;
     And as a queen, who from her presence sends
Whom she employs, dismiss from thee my wit,
Till it have wrought what thy own will attends.
On servant’s shame oft master’s blame doth sit;
     O let not fools in me thy works reprove,
     And scorning say, ‘See what it is to love.’