Poems by Sir Philip Sidney
Psalm 23
... Yea, though I should through valleys stray ...
Sonnet 3: Let Dainty Wits
... And strange things cost too dear for my poor sprites ...
Sonnet 12: Cupid, Because Thou
... Thou countest Stella thine, like those whose powers ...
Astrophel And Stella-Second Song
... Since sweet sleep her eyes hath charm'd, ...
Sonnet 74: I Never Drank
... In verse, and that my verse best wits doth please ...
Sonnet 97: Dian, That Fain Would Cheer
... But ah, poor Night, in love with Phoebus' light, ...
Sonnet 37: My Mouth Doth Water
... Who though most rich in these and every part, ...
Sonnet 84: Highway
... Nor blam'd for blood, nor sham'd for sinful deed ...
Sonnet 77: Those Looks, Whose Beams Be Joy
... That skin, skin, whose passe-praise hue scorns this poor term of white: ...
Sonnet 39: Come Sleep
... With shield of proof shield me from out the prease ...
Sonnet 61: Oft With True Sighs
... Thence his desires he learns, his life's course thence ...
Sonnet 26: Though Dusty Wits
... And if these rules did fail, proof makes me sure, ...
Sonnet 20: Fly, Fly, My Friends
... fly! See there that boy, that murthering boy I say, ...
Sonnet 81: Oh Kiss, Which Dost
... Then since (dear life) you fain would have me peace, ...
Sonnet 35: What May Words Say
... And ah what hope, that hope should once see day, ...
