Poems by Sir Philip Sidney
Sonnet 68: Stella, The Only Planet
... And all in vain, for while thy breath most sweet, ...
Sonnet 51: Pardon Mine Ears
... For me, while you discourse of courtly tides, ...
Sonnet 65: Love By Sure Proof
... Since in thine arms, if learn'd fame truth hath spread, ...
Sonnet 73: Love Still A Boy
... But no 'scuse serves, she makes her wrath appear ...
Sonnet 24: Rich Fools There Be
... Wealth breeding want, more blist more wretched grow ...
Sonnet 83: Good, Brother Philip
... And through those lips drink nectar from that tongue ...
Sonnet 64: No More, My Dear
... Let folk o'ercharg'd with brain against me cry ...
Sonnet 38: This Night While Sleep Begins
... Doth fall to stray, and my chief powers are brought ...
Sonnet 69: Oh Joy, Too High For My Low Style
... For Stella hath with words where faith doth shine, ...
Astrophel And Stella-Eighth Song
... But their tongues restrain'd from walking ...
Sonnet 90: Stella, Think Not That I
... Who seek, who hope, who love, who live but thee ...
Astrophel And Stella-Fourth Song
... Sweet, then, while each thing doth frame, ...
Sonnet 25: The Wisest Scholar
... Strange flames of love it in our souls would raise ...
Sonnet 96: Thought, With Good Cause
... Thought, with good cause thou lik'st so well the Night, ...
Sonnet 43: Fair Eyes, Sweet Lips
... Where blushing red, that Love's self them doth love, ...
