Sonnet 74 (Sir Philip Sidney)
Time Period: 1554-1586
by Sir Philip Sidney
I never drank of Aganippe well,
Nor ever did in shade of Tempe sit,
And muses scorn with vulgar brains to dwell;
Poor layman I, for sacred rites unfit.
Some do I hear of poets’ fury tell,
But God wot, wot not what they mean by it;
And this I swear by blackest brook of hell,
I am no pickpurse of another’s wit.
How falls it then that with no smooth an ease
My thoughts I speak, and what I speak doth flow
In verse, and that my verse best wits doth please?
Guess we the cause. What, is it thus? Fie, no.
Or so? Much less. How then? Sure thus it is,
My lips are sweet, inspired with Stella’s kiss.