Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Astrophel and StellaII. Not at the first sight, nor with a dribbed shot
Sir Philip Sidney (15541586)N
L
But known worth did in mine of time proceed,
Till, by degrees, it had full conquest got.
I saw and liked, I liked but loved not;
I loved, but straight did not what L
At length to L
Yet with repining at so partial lot.
Now even that footstep of lost liberty
Is gone; and now, like slave-born Muscovite,
I call it praise to suffer tyranny:
And now employ the remnant of my wit
To make me self believe that all is well;
While with a feeling skill, I paint my hell.