Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Sonnets and Poetical TranslationsXXXI. Of this high grace, with bliss conjoined
Sir Philip Sidney (15541586)
O
No further debt on me is laid;
Since that in selfsame metal coined
Sweet lady! you remain well paid.
For if my place give me great pleasure,
Having before me Nature’s treasure;
In face and eyes unmatched being:
You have the same in my hands, seeing
What in your face, mine eyes do measure.
That of those beams in you do tarry!
The glass to you, but gives a shade;
To me, mine eyes the true shape carry.
For such a thought most highly prized,
Which ever hath love’s yoke despised,
Better than one captived perceiveth.
Though he the lively form receiveth;
The other sees it but disguised.