Poems by Sir Philip Sidney
Sonnet VIII: Love, Born In Greece
... he perch'd himself in Stella's joyful face, Whose fair skin, beamy eyes, like morning sun on snow, ...
Sonnet XVI: In Nature Apt
... And, Love, I thought that I was full of thee: But finding not those restless flames in me, ...
Sonnet XIX: On Cupid's Bow
... For though she pass all things, yet what is all ...
You Gote-heard Gods
... Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, ...
Sonnet XIII: Phoebus Was Judge
... Whose talons held young Ganymede above: But in vert field Mars bare a golden spear, ...
Sonnet XIV: Alas, Have I Not
... Ready of wit and fearing nought but shame: If that be sin which in fix'd hearts doth breed ...
Sonnet IV: Virtue, Alas
... And still th'effect of thy persuasions prove: I swear, my heart such one shall show to thee ...
Sonnet XCII: Be Your Words Made
... Say all; and all well said, still say the same ...
Sonnet XXII: In Highest Way of Heav'n
... Or careless of the wealth because her own: Yet were the hid and meaner beauties parch'd, ...
Sonnet XVIII: With What Sharp Checks
... Of all the goods, which heav'n to me hath lent: Unable quite to pay even Nature's rent, ...
Astrophel and Stella XXIII
... las, the raceOf all my thoughts hath neither stop nor startBut only Stella's eyes and Stella's heart ...
Splendidis longum valedico Nugis
... In this small course which birth draws out to death, ...
Sonnet XXIII: The Curious Wits
... Scourge of itself, still climbing slipp'ry place, ...
Astrophel and Stella LXXXIV
... y you no lotOf highest wish, I wish you so much bliss,--Hundreds of years you Stella's feet may kiss ...
Sonnet XXIX: Like Some Weak Lords
... Ready to store their camps of needful things: So Stella's heart finding what power Love brings, ...
