Sonnet X: Reason (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
Reason, in faith thou art well serv'd, that still Wouldst brabbling be with sense and love in me: I rather ...
Reason, in faith thou art well serv'd, that still Wouldst brabbling be with sense and love in me: I rather ...
Your words, my friend, (right healthful caustics) blame My young mind marr'd, whom Love doth windlass so, That mine own ...
On Cupid's bow how are my heartstrings bent, That see my wrack, and yet embrace the same? When most I ...
Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend, Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire, Than did on him ...
Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things! Grow rich in ...
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That She, dear She, might take some pleasure of ...
Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in ...
ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: I Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might ...
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of ...
Because I breathe not love to every one, Nor do not use set colours for to wear, Nor nourish special ...
Thou blind man's mark, thou fool's self chosen snare, Fond fancy's scum, and dregs of scatter'd thought, Band of all ...
Ring out your bells, let mourning shows be spread; For Love is dead-- All love is dead, infected With plague ...
Who hath his fancy pleased With fruits of happy sight, Let here his eyes be raised On Nature's sweetest light; ...
In truth, oh Love, with what a boyish kind Thou doest proceed in thy most serious ways: That when the ...
The heavenly frame sets forth the fame Of him that only thunders; The firmament, so strangely bent, Shows his handworking ...
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