Stella, the only planet of my light, Light of my life, and life of my desire, Chief good, whereto my hope doth only aspire, World of my wealth, and heav'n of my delight: Why dost thou spend the treasure of thy sprite, With voice more fit to wed Amphi...
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite: "Fool!" said my muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write.
