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Astrophel and Stella: 48
© Sir Philip Sidney
Soules joy, bend not those morning starres from me,Where Vertue is made strong by Beauties might,Where Loue is chastnesse, Paine doth learne delight,And Humblenesse growes one with Majestie
Astrophel and Stella: 47
© Sir Philip Sidney
What haue I thus betrayed my libertie?Can those black beames such burning markes engraue,In my free side or am I borne a slaue,Whose necke becomes such yoke of tyranny?Or want I sense to feele my miserie?Or sprite, disdaine of such disdaine to haue?Who for long faith, tho daily helpe I craue,May get no almes but scorne of beggerie
Psalm 95:1-3; 6-8
© The Bible
O come let us worship and bow down,
Let us kneel before the Lord our maker
Astrophel and Stella: 46
© Sir Philip Sidney
I curst thee oft, I pittie now thy case,Blind-hitting boy, since she that thee and meRules with a becke, so tyrannizeth thee,That thou must want or foode, or dwelling place
Astrophel and Stella: 45
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella oft sees the very face of woPainted in my beclowded stormie face:But cannot skill to pitie my disgrace,Not though thereof the cause her selfe she know
Astrophel and Stella: 44
© Sir Philip Sidney
My words I know do well set forth my mind,My mind bemones his sense of inward smart;Such smart may pittie claime of any hart,Her heart, sweet heart, is of no Tigers kind:And yet she heares, and yet no pitie I find;But more I crie, lesse grace she doth impart,Alas, what cause is there so ouerthwart,That Noblenesse it selfe makes thus vnkind?I much do guesse, yet finde no truth saue this,That when the breath of my complaints doth tuchThose daintie dores vnto the Court of blisse,The heau'nly nature of that place is such,That once come there, the sobs of mine annoyesAre metamorphos'd straight to tunes of joyes
Astrophel and Stella: 43
© Sir Philip Sidney
Faire eyes, sweet lips, deare heart, that foolish ICould hope by Cupids helpe on you to pray;Since to himselfe he doth your gifts apply,As his maine force, choise sport, and easefull stay
Astrophel and Stella: 42
© Sir Philip Sidney
O eyes, which do the Spheares of beautie mooue,Whose beames be joyes, whose joyes all vertues be,Who while they make Loue conquer, conquer Loue,The schooles where Venus hath learn'd Chastitie
Astrophel and Stella: 41
© Sir Philip Sidney
Hauing this day my horse, my hand, my launceGuided so well that I obtain'd the prize,Both by the judgement of the English eyes,And of some sent from that sweet enemie Fraunce,Horsemen my skill in horsmanship advaunce:Towne-folkes my strength, a daintier judge appliesHis praise too slight, which from good vse doth rise:Some luckie wits impute it but to chaunce
Astrophel and Stella: 40
© Sir Philip Sidney
As good to write as for to lie and grone,O Stella deare, how much thy power hath wrought,That hast my mind, none of the basest, broughtMy still stept course, while other sleepe to mone
Astrophel and Stella: 39
© Sir Philip Sidney
Come sleepe, O sleepe, the certaine knot of peace,The baiting place of wit, the balme of woe,The poore mans wealth, the prisoners release,Th'indifferent Iudge betweene the high and low;With shield of proofe shield me from out the preaseOf those fierce darts, dispaire at me doth throw,O make me in those civill warres to cease;I will good tribute pay if thou do so
