Good poems
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Astrophel and Stella: 60
© Sir Philip Sidney
When my good Angell guides me to the place,Where all my good I doe in Stella see,That heau'n of joyes throwes onely downe on meThundred disdaines and lightnings of disgrace:But when the ruggedest step of Fortunes raceMakes me fall from her sight, then sweetly sheWith words, wheerein the Muses treasures be,Shewes loue and pitie to my absent case
Astrophel and Stella: 56
© Sir Philip Sidney
Fy schoole of Patience, Fy, your lesson isFar far too long to learne it without booke:What a whole week without one peece of looke,And thinke I should not your large precepts misse?When I might read those letters faire of blisse,Which in her face teach vertue, I could brookeSomewhat thy lead'n counsels, which I tooke,As of a friend that meant not much amisse:But now that I alas do want her sight,What, dost thou think that I can euer takeIn thy cold stuffe a flegmatike delight?No Patience, if thou wilt my good, then makeHer come, and heare with patience my desire,And then with patience bid me beare my fire
The LORD Is My Shepherd
© The Bible
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
Song of Solomon
© The Bible
22:001:004 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into
his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will
remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
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: 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: 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
Hope And Confidence In God
© The Bible
“Blessed be Jehovah, who daily carries the load for us,
The true God of our salvation.
Selah.
The true God is for us a God of saving acts;
And to Jehovah the Sovereign Lord belong the ways out from death.”—Ps. 68:19, 20.
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: 18
© Sir Philip Sidney
With what sharp checkes I in my selfe am shent,When into Reasons audite I do go:And by just counts my self a banckrout knowOf all those goods, which heau'n to me haue lent:Vnable quite to pay euen Natures rent,Which vnto it by birth-right I do ow:And which is worse, no good excuse can show,But that my wealth I haue most id'ly spent
Astrophel and Stella: 15
© Sir Philip Sidney
You that do search for euerie purling spring,Which form the ribs of old Parnassus flowes,And euery flowre not sweet perhaps, which growesNeare there-abouts, into your Poesie wring
Astrophel and Stella: 10
© Sir Philip Sidney
Reason, in faith thou art well seru'd, that stillWouldst brabling be with sense and loue in me:I rather wisht thee clime the Muses hill,Or reach the fruite of Natures choisest tree,Or seeke heau'ns course, or heau'ns inside to see:Why shouldst thou toyle our thornie soile to till?Leaue sense, and those which senses objects be:Deale thou with powers of thoughts, leaue loue to wil
Astrophel and Stella: 5
© Sir Philip Sidney
It is most true, that eyes are form'd to serueThe inward light: and that the heauenly partOught to be king, from whose rules who do swerue,Rebels of Nature striue for their owne smart
Worn Out
© Siddall Elizabeth
Thy strong arms are around me, love My head is on thy breast;Low words of comfort come from thee Yet my soul has no rest.
Troilus and Cressida (excerpts): The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre
© William Shakespeare
The Heavens themselves, the planets, and this centreObserve degree, priority, and place,Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,Office, and custom, in all line of order
Shakespeare's Sonnets: 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
© William Shakespeare
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemedWhen not to be receives reproach of being,And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemedNot by our feeling but by others' seeing
Dream Song 39: Goodbye, sir, and fare well. You're in the clear
© John Berryman
Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You're in the clear.
'Nobody' (Mark says you said) 'is ever found out.'
I figure you were right,
having as Henry got away with murder
for long. Some jarred clock tell me it's late,
not for you who went straight
