Now even that footstep of lost liberty
Is gone; and now, like slave-born Muscovite,
I call it praise to suffer tyranny;
Sonnet 2, Sir Philip Sidney, lines 9-11
Again the woman of these sonnet has Sidney in such a hold that he doesn’t mind being her slave. He actually enjoys her tyranny which is quiet odd in itself. A woman that can do that must be some kind of woman just for the simple fact that most men would just go on to the next woman.
