William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Phbus, Farewell!Sir Philip Sidney (15541586)
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The high conceits thy heavenly wisdoms breed,
My thoughts forget, my thoughts which never swerve
From her in whom is sown their freedom’s seed,
And in whose eyes my daily doom I read.
Thou art far off, thy kingdom is above;
She heaven on earth with beauties doth preserve;
Thy beams I like, but her clear rays I love;
Thy force I fear, her force I still do prove.
She doth possess: thy image is defaced;
But, if thy rage some brave revenge will find
On her who hath in me thy temple raced,
Employ thy might that she my fires may taste;
And, how much more her worth surmounteth thee,
Make her as much more base by loving me.