Sir Philip Sidney

Here you will find the Poem Sonnet XVI: In Nature Apt of poet Sir Philip Sidney

Sonnet XVI: In Nature Apt

In nature apt to like when I did see 
Beauties, which were of many carats fine, 
My boiling sprites did thither soon incline, 
And, Love, I thought that I was full of thee: 

But finding not those restless flames in me, 
Which others said did make their souls to pine, 
I thought those babes of some pin's hurt did whine, 
By my love judging what love's pain might be. 

But while I thus with this young lion played, 
Mine eyes (shall I say curst or blest?) beheld 
Stella; now she is nam'd, need more be said? 

In her sight I a lesson new have spell'd, 
I now hav learn'd Love right, and learn'd even so, 
As who by being poisoned doth poison know.