Astrophel and Stella: 3

Let daintie wits crie on the Sisters Nine,That brauely maskt, their fancies may be told:Or Pindars Apes, flaunt they in phrases fine,Enam'ling with pied flowers their thoughts of gold:Or else let them in statelie glorie shine,Ennobling new found Tropes with problemes old:Or with strange similies enrich each line,Of hearbes or beastes, which Inde or Afrike hold.For me, in sooth, no Muse but one I know:Phrases and Problemes from my reach do grow,And strange things cost too deare for my poore sprites.How then? euen thus: in Stellas face I reed,What Loue and Beautie be, then all my deedBut Copying is, what in her Nature writes.