Astrophel and Stella: First Song
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- #1Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet I (Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,)
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- #2Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet II (Not at first sight, nor with a dribbed shot)
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- #3Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet III (Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine,)
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- #4Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet IV (Virtue, alas, now let me take some rest.)
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- #5Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet V (It is most true, that eyes are form’d to serve)
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- #6Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet VI (Some lovers speak when they their Muses entertain,)
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- #7Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet VII (When Nature made her chief work, Stella’s eyes,)
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- #8Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet VIII (Love, born in Greece, of late fled from his native place,)
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- #9Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet IX (Queen Virtue’s court, which some call Stella’s face,)
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- #10Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet X (Reason, in faith thou art well serv’d, that still)
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- #11Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XI (In truth, oh Love, with what a boyish kind)
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- #12Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XII (Cupid, because thou shin’st in Stella’s eyes,)
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- #13Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XIII (Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love,)
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- #14Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XIV (Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend,)
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- #15Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XV (You that do search for every purling spring)
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- #16Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XVI (In nature apt to like when I did see)
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- #17Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XVII (His mother dear Cupid offended late,)
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- #18Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XVIII (With what sharp checks I in myself am shent,)
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- #19Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XIX (On Cupid’s bow how are my heartstrings bent,)
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- #20Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XX (Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly!)
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- #21Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXI (Your words, my friend, (right healthful caustics) blame)
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- #22Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXII (In highest way of heav’n the Sun did ride,)
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- #23Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXIII (The curious wits seeing dull pensiveness)
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- #24Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXIV (Rich fools there be, whose base and filthy heart)
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- #25Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXV (The wisest scholar of the wight most wise)
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- #26Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXVI (Though dusty wits dare scorn astrology,)
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- #27Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXVII (Because I oft in dark abstracted guise)
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- #28Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXVIII (You that with allegory’s curious frame,)
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- #29Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXIX (Like some weak lords, neighbor’d by mighty kings,)
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- #30Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXX (Whether the Turkish new moon minded be)
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- #31Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXXI (With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb’st the skies!)
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- #32Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXXII (Morpheus the lively son of deadly sleep,)
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- #33Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXXIII (I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might,)
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- #34Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXXIV (Come, let me write. ‘And to what end?’ To ease)
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- #35Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXXV (What may words say, or what may words not say,)
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- #36Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXXVI (Stella, whence doth this new assault arise,)
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- #37Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXXVII (My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell,)
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- #38Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXXVIII (This night while sleep begins with heavy wings)
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- #39Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXXIX (Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,)
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- #40Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XL (As good to write as for to lie and groan,)
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- #41Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLI (Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance)
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- #42Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLII (Oh eyes, which do the spheres of beauty move,)
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- #43Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLIII (Fair eyes, sweet lips, dear heart, that foolish I)
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- #44Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLIV (My words I know do well set forth my mind,)
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- #45Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLV (Stella oft sees the very face of woe)
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- #46Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLVI (I curs’d thee oft, I pity now thy case,)
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- #47Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLVII (What, have I thus betray’d my liberty?)
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- #48Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLVIII (Soul’s joy, bend not those morning stars from me,)
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- #49Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLIX (I on my horse, and Love on me doth try)
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- #50Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet L (Stella, the fullness of my thoughts of thee)
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- #51Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LI (Pardon mine ears, both I and they do pray,)
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- #52Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LII (A strife is grown between Virtue and Love,)
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- #53Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LIII (In martial sports I had my cunning tried,)
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- #54Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LIV (Because I breathe not love to every one,)
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- #55Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LV (Muses, I oft invoked your holy aid,)
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- #56Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LVI (Fie, school of Patience, fie! Your lesson is)
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- #57Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LVII (Woe, having made with many fights his own)
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- #58Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LVIII (Doubt there hath been, when with his golden chain)
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- #59Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LIX (Dear, why make you more of a dog than me?)
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- #60Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LX (When my good angel guides me to the place,)
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- #61Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXI (Oft with true sighs, oft with uncalled tears,)
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- #62Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXII (Late tir’d with woe, ev’n ready for to pine,)
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- #63Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXIII (Oh grammar rules, oh now your virtues show)
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- #64Astrophel and Stella: First Song
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- #65Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXIV (No more, my dear, no more these counsels try;)
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- #66Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXV (Love by sure proof I may call thee unkind,)
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- #67Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXVI (And do I see some cause a hope to feed, )
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- #68Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXVII (Hope, art thou true, or dost thou flatter me? )
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- #69Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXVIII (Stella, the only planet of my light,)
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- #70Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXIX (Oh joy, too high for my low style to show: )
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- #71Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXX (My Muse may well grudge at my heav’nly joy, )
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- #72Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXI (Who will in fairest book of nature know)
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- #73Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXII (Desire, though thou my old companion art,)
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- #74Astrophel and Stella: Second Song
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- #75Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXIII (Love still a boy, and oft a wanton is,)
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- #76Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXIV (I never drank of Aganippe well,)
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- #77Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXV (Of all the kings that ever here did reign,)
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- #78Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXVI (She comes, and straight therewith her shining twins do move)
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- #79Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXVII (Those looks, whose beams be joy, whose motion is delight,)
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- #80Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXVIII (Oh how the pleasant airs of true love be
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- #81Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXIX (Sweet kiss, thy sweets I fain would sweetly endite,)
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- #82Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXX (Sweet swelling lip, well may’st thou swell in pride,)
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- #83Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXXI (Oh kiss, which dost those ruddy gems impart,)
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- #84Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXXII (Nymph of the garden where all beauties be,)
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- #85Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXXIII (Good, brother Philip, I have borne you long.)
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- #86Astrophel and Stella: Third Song
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- #87Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXXIV (Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,)
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- #88Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXXV (I see the house; my heart thyself contain,)
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- #89Astrophel and Stella: Fourth Song
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- #90Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXXVI (Alas, whence come this change of looks? If I)
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- #91Astrophel and Stella: Fifth Song
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- #92Astrophel and Stella: Sixth Song
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- #93Astrophel and Stella: Seventh Song
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- #94Astrophel and Stella: Eighth Song
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- #95Astrophel and Stella: Ninth Song
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- #96Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXXVII (When I was forc’d from Stella, ever dear)
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- #97Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXXVIII (Out, traitor Absence, darest thou counsel me)
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- #98Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXXXIX (Now that of absence the most irksome night,)
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- #99Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XC (Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame,)
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- #100Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCI (Stella, while now by honor’s cruel might,)
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- #101Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCII (Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware,)
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- #102Astrophel and Stella: Tenth Song
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- #103Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCIII (Oh fate, oh fault, oh curse, child of my bliss,)
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- #104Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCIV (Grief find the words, for thou hast made my brain)
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- #105Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCV (Yet Sighs, dear Sighs, indeed true friends you are,)
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- #106Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCVI (Thought, with good cause thou lik’st so well the Night,)
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- #107Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet CXVII (Dian, that fain would cheer her friend the Night,)
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- #108Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCVIII (Ah bed, the field where joy’s peace some do see,)
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- #109Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCIX (When far-spent night persuades each mortal eye,)
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- #110Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet C (Oh tears, no tears, but rain from Beauty’s skies,)
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- #111Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet CI (Stella is sick, and in that sickbed lies)
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- #112Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet CII (Where be those roses gone, which sweeten’d so our eyes?)
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- #113Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet CIII (Oh happy Thames, that didst my Stella bear,)
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- #114Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet CIV (Envious wits, what hath been mine offense,)
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- #115Astrophel and Stella: Eleventh Song
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- #116Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet CV (Unhappy sight, and hath she vanish’d by)
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- #117Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet CVI (O absent presence, Stella is not here;)
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- #118Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet CVII (Stella, since thou so right a princess art)
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- #119Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet CVIII (When sorrow (using mine own fire’s might))
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Astrophel and Stella: First Song by Sir Philip Sidney
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Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth,
Which now my breast o'ercharged to music lendeth?
To you, to you. all song of praise is due;
Only in you my song begins and endeth.
Who hath the eyes which marry state with pleasure,
Who keeps the key of Nature's chiefest treasure?
To you, to you, all song of praise is due;
Only for you the heav'n forgat all measure.
Who hath the lips, where wit in fairness reigneth,
Who womankind at once both decks and staineth?
To you, to you, all song of praise is due;
Only by you Cupid his crown maintaineth.
Who hath the feet, whose step all sweetness planteth,
Who else for whom Fame worthy trumpets wanteth?
To you, to you, all song of praise is due;
Only to you her scepter Venus granteth.
Who hath the breast, whose milk doth passions nourish,
Whose grace is such, that when it chides doth cherish?
To you, to you, all song of praise is due;
Only through you the tree of life doth flourish.
Who hath the hand which without stroke subdueth,
Who long dead beauty with increase reneweth?
To you, to you, all song of praise is due;
Only to you all envy hopeless rueth.
Who hath the hair which, loosest, fastest tieth,
Who makes a man live, then glad when he dieth?
To you, to you, all song of praise is due;
Only of you the flatterer never lieth.
Who hath the voice, which soul from senses sunders,
Whose force but yours the bolts of beauty thunders?
To you, to you, all song of praise is due;
Only with you are miracles not wonders.
Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth,
Which now my breast o'ercharg'd to music lendeth?
To you, to you, all song of praise is due;
Only in you my song begins and endeth.