Astrophel and Stella: 36

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Stella, whence doth this new assault arise,A conquer'd golden ransackt heart to winne?Whereto long since through my long battred eyes;Whole armies of thy beauties entred in.And there long since, Loue thy lieutenant lies,My forces razde, thy banners raisd within:Of conquest, do not these effects suffice,But wilt now warre vpon thine owne begin?With so sweete voice, and by sweete Nature soIn sweetest strength, so sweetly skild withall,In all sweete stratagems, sweete Arte can show,That not my soule, which at thy foot did fall,Long since forc'd by thy beames, but stone nor treeBy Senses priviledge, can scape from thee.

© Sir Philip Sidney