When Nature wrought upon her Mould so well,
That Nature wondred her owne Worke to see,
When Arte so labourde Nature to excel,
And both had spent their Excellence in thee,
Willing the gave the into Fortunes Hande
Fearing they could not ende what they beganne.
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| Sir Philip Sydney, who sealed his reputation by dying young and more or less gloriously, was adulated as an ideal man. |
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