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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 41: Having This Day My Horse
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     Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance
     Guided so well that I obtain`d the prize,
     Both by the judgment of the English eyes
     And of some sent from that sweet enemy France;
     Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance,
     Town folks my strength; a daintier judge applies
     His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise;
     Some lucky wits impute it but to chance;
     Others, because of both sides I do take
   My blood from them who did excel in this,
   Think Nature me a man of arms did make.
   How far they shot awry! The true cause is,
   Stella look`d on, and from her heav`nly face
   Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.
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