Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXIV (No more, my dear, no more these counsels try;)
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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: Sonnet LXIV (No more, my dear, no more these counsels try;) by Sir Philip Sidney
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No more, my dear, no more these counsels try;
Oh, give my passions leave to run their race;
Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace;
Let folk o'ercharg'd with brain against me cry;
Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye;
Let me no steps but of lost labour trace;
Let all the earth with scorn recount my case,
But do not will me from my love to fly.
I do not envy Aristotle's wit,
Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame;
Nor aught do care though some above me sit;
Nor hope nor wish another course to frame,
But that which once may win thy cruel heart:
Thou art my wit, and thou my virtue art.