Philip Sidney

You that with allegory's curious frame
   Of others' children changelings use to make,
   With me those pains, for God's sake, do not take;
I list not dig so deep for brazen fame.
When I say ‘Stella’, I do mean the same
   Princess of beauty, for whose only sake
   The reins of love I love, though never slake,
And joy therein, though nations count it shame.
   I beg no subject to use eloquence,
Nor in hid ways do guide philosophy.
Look at my hands for no such quintessence,
But know that I, in pure simplicity,
   Breathe out the flames which burn within my heart,
   Love only reading unto me this art.