Sir Philip Sidney - Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXXIII (Good, brother Philip, I have borne you long.) lyrics

Good, brother Philip, I have borne you long. I was content you should in favor creep, While craftily you seem'd your cut to keep, As though that fair soft hand did you great wrong. I bare (with envy) yet I bare your song, When in her neck you did love ditties peep; Nay, more fool I, oft suffer'd you to sleep In lilies' nest, where Love's self lies along. What, doth high place ambitious thoughts augment? Is sauciness reward of courtesy? Cannot such grace your silly self content, But you must needs with those lips billing be? And through those lips drink nectar from that tongue? Leave that, Sir Phip, lest off your neck be wrung.