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"All Love is dead, infected
With plague of deep disdain:"
Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586), British poet. Ring Out Your Bells (l. 3-4).
HeIP. Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"And Faith fair scorn doth gain.
From so ungrateful fancy,
From such a female franzy,
From them that use men thus,
Good Lord deliver us."
Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586), British poet. Ring Out Your Bells (l. 6-10). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"Let my whispering voice obtain
Sweet reward for sharpest pain;"
Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586), British poet. Songs (Fr. Fourth Song, l. 3-4). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"Well, begone, begone, I say,
Lest that Argus' eyes perceive you.'
Oh, unjust Fortunes sway,
Which can make me thus to leave you,
And from louts to run away."
Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586), British poet. Songs (Fr. Eleventh Song, l. 41-45). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press. |
"'Who is it that this dark night
Underneath my window plaineth?'"
Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586), British poet. Songs (Fr. Eleventh Song, l. 1-2). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press. |
"Night hath closed all in her cloak,
Twinkling stars love-thoughts provoke,
Danger hence good care doth keep,
Jealousy itself doth sleep;"
Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586), British poet. Songs (Fr. Fourth Song, l. 7-10). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"The wand is will; thou, fancy, saddle art,
Girt fast by memory; and while I spur
My horse, he spurs with sharp desire my heart;"
Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586), British poet. Sonnets (Fr. XLIX, l. 9-11). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss,—
Hundreds of years you Stella's feet may kiss!"
Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586), British poet. Sonnets (Fr. LXXIV, l. 13-14). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press. |
"Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess?
Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?"
Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586), British poet. Sonnets (Fr. XXXI, l. 13-14). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"Who will in fairest book of Nature know
How virtue may best lodged in beauty be,
Let him but learn of love to read in thee,
Stella, those fair lines which true goodness show.
There shall he find all vices' overthrow,
Not by rude force, but sweetest sovereignty
Of reason,"
Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586), British poet. Sonnets (Fr. LXXI, l. 1-6). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
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