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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 82: Nymph Of The Garden
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Nymph of the garden where all beauties be, 
Beauties which do in excellency pass 
His who till death look`d in a wat`ry glass, 
Or hers, whom naked the Trojan boy did see; 

Sweet garden nymph, which keeps the cherry tree 
Whose fruit doth far th`Hesperian taste surpass; 
Most sweet-fair, most fair-sweet, do not alas, 
From coming near those cherries banish me: 

For though full of desire, empty of wit, 
Admitted late by your best-graced Grace, 
I caught at one of them a hungry bit, 

Pardon that fault. Once more grant me the place 
And I do swear e`en by the same delight, 
I will but kiss, I never more will bite.
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