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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 72: Desire, Though Thou My Old Companion Art
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Desire, though thou my old companion art, 
And oft so clings to my pure love, that I 
One from the other scarcely can descry, 
While each doth blow the fire of my heart; 

Now from thy felloswhip I needs must part, 
Venus is taught with Dian`s wings to fly: 
I must no more in thy sweet passions lie; 
Virtue`s gold now must head my Cupid`s dart. 

Service and honor, wonder with delight, 
Fear to offend, will worthy to appear, 
Care shining in mine eyes, faith in my sprite: 

These things are left me by my only dear; 
But thou, Desire, because thou wouldst have all, 
Now banish`d art. But yet alas how shall?
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