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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 65: Love By Sure Proof
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Love by sure proof I may call thee unkind, 
That giv`st no better ear to my just cries: 
Thou whom to me such my good turns should bind,
As I may well recount, but none can prize: 

For when, nak`d boy, thou couldst no harbor find 
In this old world, grown now so too too wise, 
I lodg`d thee in my heart, and being blind 
Bu nature born, I gave to thee mine eyes. 

Mine eyes, my light, my heart, my life alas, 
If so great services may scorned be, 
Yet let this thought thy tigrish courage pass: 

That I perhaps am somewhat kin to thee, 
Since in thine arms, if learn`d fame truth hath spread, 
Thou bear`st the arrow, I the arrowhead.
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