Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance br Came to its precious and most perfect flower, br Whether you tourneyed with victorious lance br Or brought sweet roundelays to Stella's bower, br I give myself some credit for the way br I have kept clean of what enslaves and lowers, br Shunned the ideals of our present day br And studied those that were esteemed in yours; br For, turning from the mob that buys Success br By sacrificing all Life's better part, br Down the free roads of human happiness br I frolicked, poor of purse but light of heart, br And lived in strict devotion all along br To my three idols -- Love and Arms and Song.