Poems begining by A
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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
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
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
Astrophel and Stella: 29
© Sir Philip Sidney
Like some weake Lords, neighbord by mighty kings,To keepe themselues and their chiefe cities free,Do easly yeeld, that all their coasts may beReady to store their campes of needfull things:So Stellas heart finding what power Loue brings,To keepe it selfe in life and liberty,Doth willing graunt, that in the frontiers heVse all to helpe his other conquerings:And thus her heart escapes, but thus her eyesSerue him with shot, her lips his heralds arre:Her breasts his tents, legs his triumphall carre:Her flesh his foode, her skin his armour braue,And I, but for because my prospect liesVpon that coast, am giu'n vp for a slaue
Astrophel and Stella: 28
© Sir Philip Sidney
You that with allegories curious frame,Of others children changelings vse to make,With me those paines for Gods sake do not takeI list not dig so deepe for brasen fame
Astrophel and Stella: 27
© Sir Philip Sidney
Because I oft in darke abstracted guise,Seeme most alone in greatest companieWith dearth of words, or answers quite awrie,To them that would make speech of speech arise,They deeme, and of their doome the rumour flies,That poyson foule of bubling pride doth lieSo in my swelling breast that onely IFawne on me selfe, and others do despise:Yet pride I thinke doth not my soule possesse,Which lookes too oft in his vnflattring glasse:But one worse fault Ambition I confesse,That makes me oft my best friends ouer-passe,Vnseene, vnheard, while thought to highest placeBends all his powers, euen vnto Stellas grace
Astrophel and Stella: 26
© Sir Philip Sidney
Though dustie wits dare scorne Astrologie,And foole can thinke those Lampes of purest light,Whose numbers weighs greatnesse eternitie,Promising wonders, wonder do invite:To haue for no cause birthright in the skie,But for to spangle the black weedes of night:Or for some brawle, which in that chamber hie,They should still daunce to please a gazers sight
Astrophel and Stella: 25
© Sir Philip Sidney
The wisest scholler of the weight most wise,By Phœbus doome, with sugred sentence sayes,That vertue if it once met with our eyes,Strange flames of Loue it in our soules would rayse
Astrophel and Stella: 24
© Sir Philip Sidney
Rich fooles there be, whose base and filthy hartLies hatching still the goods wherein they flow:And damning their owne selues to Tantals smart,Wealth breeding want, more blist, more wretched grow
Astrophel and Stella: 23
© Sir Philip Sidney
The curious wit seeing dull pensiuenesseBewray it selfe in my long setled eyes,Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise,With idle paines, and missing ayme do guesse
Astrophel and Stella: 22
© Sir Philip Sidney
In highest way of heau'n the Sunne did ride,Progressing them from faire twinnes gold'n place:Hauing no scarfe of clowds before his face,But shining foorth of heate in his chiefe pride;When some faire Ladies by hard promise tied,On horse-back met him in his furious race,Yet each prepar'd with fannes wel shading grace,From that foes woundes their tender skinnes to hide
