Astrophel and Stella: 74

written by

Sir Philip Sidney

I neuer dranke of Aganippe well,Nor euer did in shade of Tempe sit:And Muses scorne with vulgar braines to dwell,Poore Layman, I for sacred rites vnfit.Some do I heare of Poets furie tell,But (God wot) wot not what they meane by it:And this I sweare by blackest brooke of hell,I am no pick-purse of anothers wit.How falles it then, that with so smooth an easeMy thoughts I speake, and what I speake do flowIn verse, and that my verse best wits both please?Guesse we the cause, what is it thus? fie no:Or so? much lesse: how then? sure thus it is:My lips are sweet, inspired with Stellas kisse.