Author: Sir Philip Sidney

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 […]

Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to […]

In truth, oh Love, with what a boyish kind Thou doest proceed in thy most serious ways: That when the […]