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Astrophel and Stella: 38
© Sir Philip Sidney
This night while sleepe begins with heauy wingsTo hatch mine eyes, and that vnbited thoughtDoth fall to stray, and my chiefe powers are broughtTo leaue the scepter of all subject things
Astrophel and Stella: 37
© Sir Philip Sidney
My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell,My tongue doth itch, my thoughts in labour be:Listen then Lordings with good eare to me,For of my life I must a riddle tell
Astrophel and Stella: 36
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, whence doth this new assault arise,A conquer'd golden ransackt heart to winne?Whereto long since through my long battred eyes;Whole armies of thy beauties entred in
Astrophel and Stella: 35
© Sir Philip Sidney
What may words say, or what may words not say,Where trueth itselfe must speake like flatterie?Within what bounds can one his liking stay,Where Nature doth with infinite agree?What Nestors counsell can my flames alay,Since Reason selfe doth blow the cole in me?And ah what hope, that hope should once see day,Where Cupid is sworne page to Chastity?Honour is honour'd, that thou doest possesseHim as thy slaue, and how long needy FameDoth euen grow rich, naming my Stellas name
Astrophel and Stella: 34
© Sir Philip Sidney
Come let me write, and to what end? to easeA burth'ned hart, how can words ease, which areThe glasses of thy dayly vexing care?Oft cruell sights well pictured foorth do please
Man’s Sinfulness And Need Of Repentance And Forgiveness
© The Bible
“Look! With error I was brought forth with birth pains,
And in sin my mother conceived me.”
“May you purify me from sin with hyssop, that I may be clean;
May you wash me, that I may become whiter even than snow.”
“Conceal your face from my sins,
And wipe out even all my errors.”—Ps. 51:5, 7, 9.
Astrophel and Stella: 33
© Sir Philip Sidney
I might, vnhappie word, O me, I might,And then would not, or could not see my blisse:Till now wrapt in a most infernall night,I find how heau'nly day wretch I did misse
Astrophel and Stella: 32
© Sir Philip Sidney
Morpheus the liuely sonne of deadly sleepe,Witnesse of life to them that liuing die:A Prophet oft, and oft in historie,A Poet eke, as humours fly or creepe,Since thou in me so sure a power doest keepe,That neuer I with close vp sense do lie,But by thy worke (my Stella) I descrie,Teaching blind eyes both how to smile and weepe
Astrophel and Stella: 31
© Sir Philip Sidney
With how sad steps, O Moone, thou climb'st the skies,How silently, and with how wanne a face,What may it be, that euen in heau'nly placeThat busie archer his sharpe arrowes tries?Sure if that long with Loue acquainted eyesCan judge of Loue, thou feel'st a Louers case;I reade it in thy lookes, thy languisht graceTo me that feele the like, that state descries
Astrophel and Stella: 30
© Sir Philip Sidney
Whether the Turkish new-moone minded beTo fill his hornes this yeare on Christian coast:How Poles right king meanes without leaue of hoast,To warme with ill-made fire cold Moscouy
