Author: Sir Philip Sidney

The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, While late bare earth, proud of […]

MY true love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for another given: I hold his […]

On Cupid’s bow how are my heartstrings bent, That see my wrack, and yet embrace the same? When most I […]

When Sorrow, using mine own fire’s might, Melts down his lead into my boiling breast, Through that dark furnace to […]

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb’st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! May […]

Love, born in Greece, of late fled from his native place, Forc’d by a tedious proof, that Turkish harden’d heart […]

ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: I Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might […]

Thou blind man’s mark, thou fool’s self chosen snare, Fond fancy’s scum, and dregs of scatter’d thought, Band of all […]

No more, my dear, no more these counsels try; Oh, give my passions leave to run their race; Let Fortune […]

When Nature made her chief work, Stella’s eyes, In color black why wrapp’d she beams so bright? Would she in […]