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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.

The Nightingale

Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)

THE NIGHTINGALE, as soon as April bringeth

Unto her rested sense a perfect waking,

While late-bare Earth, proud of new clothing, springeth,

Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making;

And mournfully bewailing,

Her throat in tunes expresseth

What grief her breast oppresseth

For Tereus’ force on her chaste will prevailing.

O Philomela fair, O take some gladness

That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness!

Thine earth now springs, mine fadeth;

Thy thorn without, my thorn my heart invadeth.

Alas! she hath no other cause of anguish

But Tereus’ love, on her by strong hand wroken,

Wherein she suffering, all her spirits languish,

Full womanlike complains her will was broken.

But I, who, daily craving,

Cannot have to content me,

Have more cause to lament me,

Since wanting is more woe than too much having.

O Philomela fair, O take some gladness

That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness!

Thine earth now springs, mine fadeth;

Thy thorn without, my thorn my heart invadeth.