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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 106: Oh Absent Presence
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Oh absent presence, Stella is not here; 
False flattering Hope, that with so fair a face 
Bare me in hand, that in this orphan place, 
Stella, I say my Stella, should appear: 

What sayest thou now? Where is that dainty cheer 
Thou toldst mine eyes should help their famish`d case? 
But thou art gone, now that self felt disgrace 
Doth make me most to wish my comfort near. 

But here I do store of fair ladies meet, 
Who may with charm of conversation sweet 
Make in my heavy mold new thought to grow: 

Sure they prevail as much with me as he 
That bade his friend, but then new maim`d, to be 
Merry with him, and not think of his woe.
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