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 […]

Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man’s […]

Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs […]

Not at first sight, nor with a dribbed shot Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed; But […]

You that with allegory’s curious frame, Of others’ children changelings use to make, With me those pains for God’s sake […]

“Who is it that this dark night Underneath my window plaineth?” ‘It is one who from thy sight Being, ah! […]

In nature apt to like when I did see Beauties, which were of many carats fine, My boiling sprites did […]

My true love hath my heart, and I have his, By Just Exchange, one for the other given. I hold […]

Though dusty wits dare scorn astrology, And fools can think those lamps of purest light Whose numbers, ways, greatness, eternity, […]

You that do search for every purling spring, Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not […]

Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly! See there that boy, that murd’ring boy, I say, Who, […]

Some lovers speak when they their Muses entertain, Of hopes begot by fear, of wot not what desires: Of force […]

The curious wits, seeing dull pensiveness Bewray itself in my long-settl’d eyes, Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise, With […]

Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine, That, bravely mask’d, their fancies may be told; Or, Pindar’s apes, flaunt […]

Rich fools there be, whose base and filthy heart Lies hatching still the goods wherein they flow: And damning their […]

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of […]

Your words, my friend, (right healthful caustics) blame My young mind marr’d, whom Love doth windlass so, That mine own […]

Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend, Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire, Than did on him […]

Like some weak lords, neighbor’d by mighty kings, To keep themselves and their chief cities free, Do easily yield, that […]

In highest way of heav’n the Sun did ride, Progressing then from fair twins’ golden place: Having no scarf of […]

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