Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Sonnets and Poetical TranslationsI. Since shunning pain, I ease can never find
Sir Philip Sidney (15541586)
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Since bashful dread seeks where he knows me harmed;
Since will is won, and stoppèd ears are charmed;
Since force doth faint, and sight doth make me blind;
Since loosing long, the faster still I bind;
Since naked sense can conquer reason armed;
Since heart in chilling fear, with ice is warmed;
In fine, since strife of thought but mars the mind:
I yield, O L
Yet craving law of arms, whose rule doth teach;
That hardly used, whoever prison broke—
In justice quit—of honour makes no breach:
Whereas if I a grateful Guardian have;
Thou art my lord! and I, thy vowèd slave.