Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Astrophel and StellaXCVIII. Ah, bed! the field where joys peace some do see
Sir Philip Sidney (15541586)A
The field where all my thoughts to war be trained:
How is thy grace by my strange fortune stained!
How thy lee shores by my sighs stormèd be!
With sweet soft shades, thou oft invitest me
To steal some rest; but, wretch! I am constrained—
Spurred with L
With C
While the black horrors of the silent night
Paint W
That tedious leisure marks each wrinkled line.
But when A
Mine eyes then only wink: for spite perchance;
That worms should have their sun, and I want mine.