Sir Philip Sidney - Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLV (Stella oft sees the very face of woe) lyrics

Stella oft sees the very face of woe Painted in my beclouded stormy face: But cannot sk** to pity my disgrace, Not though thereof the cause herself she know: Yet hearing late a fable, which did show Of lovers never known, a grievous case, Pity thereof gat in her breast such place That, from that sea deriv'd, tears' spring did flow. Alas, if fancy drawn by imag'd things, Though false, yet with free scope more grace doth breed Than servant's wrack, where new doubts honor brings; Then think, my dear, that you in me do read Of lovers' ruin some sad tragedy: I am not I, pity the tale of me.