Jazz Layne

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,-
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,-
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe;
Studying inventions fine her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburn'd brain ...

Sir Philip Sydney