With new-born sighs and wit disguisèd sing;
You take wrong ways: those far-fetched helps be such
As do bewray a want of inward touch: 10
And sure at length stoln goods do come to light.
But if (both for your love and skill) your name
You seek to nurse at fullest breasts of fame,
Stella behold, and then begin to’ endite.
Sir Philip Sidney.
XXVI
SONNET.
Come Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,