Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Astrophel and StellaCII. Where be those roses gone, which sweetened so our eyes?
Sir Philip Sidney (15541586)W
Where those red cheeks, which oft with fair increase did frame
The height of honour, in the kindly badge of shame?
Who hath the crimson weeds stolen from my morning skies?
How doth the colour vade of those vermilion dyes
Which Nature’s self did make, and self engrained the same?
I would know by what right this paleness overcame
That hue, whose force my heart still unto thraldom ties?
G
Their judgments hackney on, the fault on sickness lay:
But feeling proof makes me (say they) mistake it far.
It is but L
To write therein more fresh the story of delight:
While beauty’s reddest ink, V