Poems: Sir Philip Sidney Astrophil and Stella Sonnet 1

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain, Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain, I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe; Studying inventions fine her wits to entertain, Oft turning others leaves, to see if thence would flow Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburn d brain. But words came halting forth, wanting invention s stay; Invention, Nature s c