Sidney, In Whom The Heyday Of Romance Came To Its Precious And Most Perfect Flower, Whether You Tourneyed With Victorious Lance Or Brought Sweet Roundelays To Stella'S Bower, I Give Myself Some Credit For The Way I Have Kept Clean Of What Enslaves And Lowers, Shunned The Ideals Of Our Present Day And Studied Those That Were Esteemed In Yours; For, Turning From The Mob That Buys Success By Sacrificing All Life'S Better Part, Down The Free Roads Of Human Happiness I Frolicked, Poor Of Purse But Light Of Heart, And Lived In Strict Devotion All Along To My Three Idols - Love And Arms And Song.