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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 52: A Strife Is Grown
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A strife is grown between Virtue and Love, 
While each pretends that Stella must be his: 
Her eyes, her lips, her all, saith Love, do this 
Since they do wear his badge, most firmly prove. 

But Virtue thus that title doth disprove: 
That Stella (oh dear name) that Stella is 
That virtuous soul, sure heir of heav`nly bliss, 
Not this fair outside, which our hearts doth move; 

And therefore, though her beauty and her grace 
Be Love`s indeed, in Stella`s self he may 
By no pretense claim any manner place. 

Well, Love, since this demur our suit will stay, 
Let Virtue have that Stella`s self; yet thus 
That Virtue but that body grant to us.
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