Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Astrophel and StellaLXII. Late tired with woe, even ready for to pine
Sir Philip Sidney (15541586)L
With rage of love, I called my love “unkind!”
She in whose eyes love, though unfelt, doth shine
Sweetly said, “That I, true love in her should find.”
I joyed; but straight thus watered was my wine.
“That love she did, but loved a love not blind;
Which would not let me, whom she loved, decline
From nobler course, fit for my birth and mind:
And therefore by her love’s authority,
Willed me, these tempests of vain love to fly;
And anchor fast myself on Virtue’s shore.”
Alas, if this the only metal be
Of love new coined to help my beggary:
Dear! love me not, that ye may love me more!