Sir Philip Sidney - Sonnet 1 - From Astrophil and Stella
Sir Philip Sidney - Sonnet 1 - From Astrophil and Stella
Sir Philip Sidney - Sonnet 1 - From Astrophil and Stella
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Loving in truth, and fain 0 in verse my love to show, eager
That she dear she might take some pleasure of my pain,
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe:
Studying inventions 7 fine, her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay;0 support
Invention, Nature's child, fled stepdame Study's blows;
And others' feet 8 still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thus, great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, 9
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
"Fool," said my Muse 1 to me, "look in thy heart, and write."
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Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend,
Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe 0 doth tire° vulture I tear
Than did on him who first stale 0 down the fire, stole
While Love 2 on me doth all his quiver spend,
But with your rhubarb 0 words you must contend cynical
To grieve me worse, in saying that Desire
Doth plunge my well-formed soul even in the mire
Of sinful thoughts, which do in ruin end?
If that be sin which doth the manners frame, 3
Well stayed 0 with truth in word and faith of deed, supported
Ready of wit, and fearing naught but shame;
If that be sin which in fixed hearts doth breed
A loathing of all loose unchastity,
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.