Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Astrophel and StellaXV. You that do search for every purling spring
Sir Philip Sidney (15541586)Y
Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows;
And every flower, not sweet perhaps, which grows
Near thereabouts, into your poesy wring:
You that do dictionary’s method bring
Into your rhymes running in rattling rows;
You that poor P
With newborn sighs and denizened wit do sing:
You take wrong ways! Those far-fet helps be such
As do bewray a want of inward touch;
And sure at length, stolen goods do come to light.
But if (both for your love and skill) your name
You seek to nurse at fullest breasts of Fame:
S