Astrophel and Stella: XLI by Sir Philip Sidney

Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance
Guided so well that I obtain'd the prize,
Both by the judgment of the English eyes
And of some sent from that sweet enemy France;
Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance,
Town folks my strength; a daintier judge applies
His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise;
Some lucky wits impute it but to chance;
Others, because of both sides I do take
My blood from them who did excel in this,
Think Nature me a man of arms did make.
How far they shot awry! The true cause is,
Stella look'd on, and from her heav'nly face
Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.

by Sir Philip Sidney

Other poems by 'Sir Philip Sidney'

Astrophel and Stella: III

My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His

To The Sad Moon

Sleep

Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of Peace

Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show

Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust

Astrophel and Stella: I

Sonnet I: Loving In Truth

Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet LIV