Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Astrophel and StellaLXXXV. I see the house! My heart! thyself contain!
Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)I
Beware full sails drown not thy tottering barge!
Lest joy—by Nature apt, spirits to enlarge—
Thee to thy wrack, beyond thy limits strain.
Nor do like lords, whose weak confusèd brain,
Not ’pointing to fit folks each undercharge;
While every office themselves will discharge,
With doing all, leave nothing done but pain:
But give apt servants their due place! Let eyes
See Beauty’s total sum summed in her face!
Let ears hear speech, which wit to wonder ties!
Let breath suck up those sweets! Let arms embrace
The globe of weal! Lips, love’s indentures make!
Thou but of all, the Kingly tribute take!