Astrophel and Stella: XCII (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware, That you allow me them by so small rate? Or do ...
Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware, That you allow me them by so small rate? Or do ...
The heavenly frame sets forth the fame Of him that only thunders; The firmament, so strangely bent, Shows his handworking ...
Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs ...
Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love, Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were: Jove's golden shield ...
Virtue, alas, now let me take some rest. Thou set'st a bate between my soul and wit. If vain love ...
Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware, That you allow me them by so small rate? Or do ...
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