Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Astrophel and StellaLXXXIII. Good brother Philip! I have born you long
Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)G
I was content you should in favour creep,
While craftily you seemed your cut to keep;
As though that fair soft hand did you great wrong.
I bare (with envy) yet I bare your song,
When in her neck you did love ditties peep;
Nay, more fool I! oft suffered you to sleep
In lilies’ nest, where L
What! doth high place ambitious thoughts augment?
Is sauciness, reward of courtesy?
Cannot such grace your silly self content;
But you must needs, with those lips billing be?
And through those lips drink nectar from that tongue?
Leave that Sir P