Sonnet 35: What May Words Say

What may words say, or what may words not say, Where truth itself must speak like flattery? Within what bounds can one his liking stay, Where Nature doth with infinite agree? What Nestor's counsel can my flames allay, Since Reason's self doth blow the coal in me? And ah what hope, that hope should once see day, Where Cupid is sworn page to Chastity? Honor is honor'd, that thou dost possess Him as thy slave, and now long needy Fame Doth even grom rich, naming my Stella's name. Wit learns in thee perfection to express, Not thou by praise, but prasie in thee is rais'd: It is a praise to praise, when thou art prais'd.