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Sonnet 41 Having This Day My Horse

Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance    Guided so well that I obtain'd the prize,    Both by the judgment of the English eyes    And of some sent from that sweet enemy France;    Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance,    Town folks my strength; a daintier judge applies    His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise;    Some lucky wits impute it but to chance;    Others, because of both sides I do take  My blood from them who did excel in this,  Think Nature me a man of arms did make.  How far they shot awry!

The true cause is,  Stella look'd on, and from her heav'nly face  Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.

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Sir Philip Sidney (30 November 1554 – 17 October 1586) was an English poet, courtier, scholar and soldier who is remembered as one of the most p…

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