Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Astrophel and StellaXLIII. Fair eyes! sweet lips! dear heart! that foolish I
Sir Philip Sidney (15541586)F
Could hope, by C
Since to himself, he doth your gifts apply;
As his main force, choice sport, and easeful stay.
For when he will see who dare him gainsay;
Then with those eyes, he looks. Lo! by and by,
Each soul doth at L
Glad if for her he give them leave to die.
When he will play; then in her lips, he is;
Where blushing red, that L
With either lip, he doth the other kiss.
But when he will for quiet’s sake, remove
From all the world; her heart is then his room:
Where, well he knows, no man to him can come.