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Astrophel and Stella: 83
© Sir Philip Sidney
Good brother Philip, I haue borne you long,I was content you should in fauour creepe,While craftily you seem'd your cut to keepe,As though that faire soft hand did you great wrong
Astrophel and Stella: 82
© Sir Philip Sidney
Nymph of the gard'n, where all beauties be:Beauties which do in excellencie passe,His who till death lookt in a watrie glasse,Or hers whom naked the Trojan boy did see
Astrophel and Stella: 81
© Sir Philip Sidney
O kisse, which doest those ruddy gemmes impart,Or gemmes, or frutes of new-found Paradise,Beathing all blisse and sweetning to the heart,Teaching dumbe lips a nobler exercise
Astrophel and Stella: 80
© Sir Philip Sidney
Sweet swelling lip, well maist thou swell in pride,Since best wits thinke it were thee to admire;Natures praise, Vertues stall, Cupids cold fire,Whence words, not words, but heau'nly graces slideThe new Parnassus, where the Muses bide,Sweetner of musicke, wisedomes beautifier:Breather of life, and fastner of desire,Where Beauties blush in Honours graine is dide
Astrophel and Stella: 79
© Sir Philip Sidney
Sweet kisse, thy sweets I faine would sweetly endite,Which euen of sweetnesse sweetest sweetner art:Pleasingst consort, where each sense holds a part,Which coupling Doues guides Venus chariot right
Astrophel and Stella: 78
© Sir Philip Sidney
O how the pleasant aires of true loue beInfected by those vapours, which ariseFrom out that noysome gulfe, which gaping liesBetweene the jawes of hellish Iealousie
Astrophel and Stella: 77
© Sir Philip Sidney
Those lookes, whose beames be joy, whose motion is delight,That face, whose lecture shewes what perfect beautie is:That presence, which doth giue darke hearts a liuing light:That grace, which Venus weepes that she her selfe doth misse:That hand, which without touch holds more then Atlas might;Those lips, which makes deaths pay a meane price for a kisse:That skin, whose passe-praise hue scornes this poore terme of white:Those words, which do sublime the quintessence of blisse:That voyce, which makes the soule plant himselfe in the eares:That conuersation sweet, where such high comforts be,As constered in true speech, the name of heau'n it beares,Makes me in my best thoughts and quietst judgement see,That in no more but these I might be fully blest:Yet ah, my Mayd'n Muse doth blush to tell the best
Astrophel and Stella: 76
© Sir Philip Sidney
She comes, and streight therewith her shining twins do moue,Their rayes to me, who in her tedious absence layBenighted in cold wo, but now appeares my day,The only light of joy, the only warmth of Loue
Astrophel and Stella: 75
© Sir Philip Sidney
Of all the kings that euer here did raigne,Edward named fourth, as first in praise I name,Not for his faire outside, nor well lined braine;Although lesse gifts impe feathers oft on Fame;Nor that he could young-wise, wise-valiant frameHis Sires reuenge, ioyn'd with a kingdomes gaine:And gain'd by Mars, could yet mad Mars so tame,That Ballance weigh'd what sword did late obtaine
Astrophel and Stella: 74
© Sir Philip Sidney
I neuer dranke of Aganippe well,Nor euer did in shade of Tempe sit:And Muses scorne with vulgar braines to dwell,Poore Layman, I for sacred rites vnfit
Astrophel and Stella: 73
© Sir Philip Sidney
Loue still a boy, and oft a wanton is,School'd onely by his mothers tender eye:What wonder then if he his lesson misse,When for so soft a rod deare play he trie?And yet my Starre, because a sugred kisseIn sport I suckt, while she a sleepe did lie,Doth lowre, nay, chide; nay, threat for only this:Sweet, it was saucie Loue, not humble I
Astrophel and Stella: 72
© Sir Philip Sidney
Desire, though thou my old companion art,And oft so clings to my pure Loue, that IOne from the other scarcely can descrie,While each doth blow the fiere of my hart;Now from thy fellowship I needs must part,Venus is taught with Dians wings to flie:I must no more in thy sweet passions lie;Vertues gold now must head my Cupids dart
Astrophel and Stella: 71
© Sir Philip Sidney
Who will in fairest booke of Nature know,How Vertue may best lodg'd in beautie be,Let him but learne of Loue to read in theeStella, those faire lines, which true goodnesse show
Astrophel and Stella: 70
© Sir Philip Sidney
My Muse may well grudge at my heau'nly joy,If still I force her in sad rimes to creepe:She oft hath drunke my teares, now hopes to enjoyNectar of mirth, since I Ioues cup do keepe
Astrophel and Stella: 69
© Sir Philip Sidney
O joy, too high for my low stile to show:O blisse, fit for a nobler state then me
Astrophel and Stella: 68
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, the onely Planet of my light,Light of my life, and life of my desire,Chiefe good, whereto my hope doth only aspire,World of my wealth, and heau'n of my delight
Astrophel and Stella: 67
© Sir Philip Sidney
Hope, art thou true, or doest thou flatter me?Doth Stella now begin with piteous eye,The ruines of her conquest to espie:Will she take time, before all wracked be?Her eyes-speech is translated thus by thee
Astrophel and Stella: 65
© Sir Philip Sidney
Loue by sure proofe I may call thee vnkind,That giu'st no better eare to my just cries:Thou whom to me such my good turnes should bind,As I may well recount, but none can prize:For when nak'd boy thou couldst no harbour findIn this old world, growne now so too too wise:I lodg'd thee in my heart, and being blindBy Nature borne, I gaue to thee mine eyes
Astrophel and Stella: 64
© Sir Philip Sidney
No more, my deare, no more these counsels trie,O giue my passions leaue to run their race:Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace,Let folke orecharg'd with braine against me crie
