Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Astrophel and StellaLXIX. O joy! too high for my low style to show
Sir Philip Sidney (15541586)O
O bliss! fit for a nobler seat than me.
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What oceans of delight in me do flow.
My friend! that oft saw, through all masks, my woe.
Come! come! and let me pour myself on thee!
Gone is the winter of my misery!
My spring appears! O see what here doth grow!
For S
Of her high heart given me the monarchy:
I! I! O I may say that she is mine.
And though she give but thus conditionally
This realm of bliss, “while virtuous course I take:”
No kings be crowned, but they some covenant make.