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A12226	Syr P.S. His Astrophel and Stella Wherein the excellence of sweete poesie is concluded. To the end of which are added, sundry other rare sonnets of diuers noble men and gentlemen.; Astrophel and Stella	Sidney, Philip, Sir, 1554-1586.; Newman, Thomas, fl. 1587-1598. aut; Nash, Thomas, 1567-1601. aut; Daniel, Samuel, 1562-1619. aut	1591 (1591)	STC 22536; ESTC S102409	44,257	100

of Night Or for some braue within that Chamber hie They shold still daunce to please a gazers sight For me I nature euery deale doe know And know great causes great effects procure And know those bodies high raigne on the low And if these rules did fall proofe makes me sure Who oft bewraies my after following case By onely those two starres in Stellas face BEcause I oft in darke abstracted guise Seeme most alone in greatest company With dearth of words and aunswers quite awry To them that would make naked speech arise They deeme and of their doome the rumor flies That poyson foule of bubling pride doth lie So in my swelling brest that onely I Faune on my selfe all others doe dispise Yet pride I thinke doth not my soule possesse Which lookes too oft in this vnflattering glasse But one worse fault ambition I confesse That makes me oft my best freendes ouer-passe Vnseene vnheard while thought to highest place Bends all his powers euen vnto Stellas grace YOu that with allegories curious frame Of others children changlings vse to make With me those paines for God-sake doe not take I list not dig so deepe for brasen fame When I see Stella I doe meane the same Princesse of beautie for whose onely sake The raynes of loue I loue though neuer slake And ioy therin though Nations count it shame I begge no subiect to vse eloquence Nor hidden waies to guide Philosophie Looke at my hands for no such quintessence But know that I in pure simplicitie Breathe out the flames which burne within my hart Loue onely leading me into this arte LIke some weake Lords neighbours by mighty kings To keepe themselues and their chiefe Citties free Doe easily yeelde that all theyr coast may be Readie to serue their Campe of needfull things So Stellas hart finding what power Loue brings To keepe it selfe in life and libertie Doth willing graunt that in the Frontire he Vse all to helpe his other conquerings And thus her hart escapes but thus her eyes Serue him with shot her lips his Herralds are Her brests his Tents legges his tryumphall Chare Herselfe his foode her skin his Armor braue But for because my chiefest prospect lyes Vpon the coast I am giuen vp for a slaue WHether the Turkish new Moone minded be To fill her hornes vppon the Christian coast How Polands King mindes without leaue of hoast To warme with ill made fire cold Musconie If French can yet three parts in one agree What now the Dutch in their full diets boast How Holland harts now so good Townes are lost Wherewith my Father made it once halfe tame If in the Scottish Court be weltering yet These questions busie wits to me do frame I combered with good manners aunswere doe But know not how for still I thinke on you WIth how sad steps ô Moone thou clim'st the skyes How silently and with how meane a face What may it be that euen in heauenly place That busie Archer his sharpe Arrowes tryes Sure if that long with loue acquainted eyes Can iudge of loue thou feelst of Louers case I reade within thy lookes thy languisht grace To mee that feele the like my state discries Then euen of fellowship ô Moone tell me Is constant loue deemde there but want of wit Are beauties there as proude as heere there be Doe they aboue loue to be lou'd and yet Those Louers scorne whom that loue doth possesse Doe they call vertue there vngratefulnesse MOrpheus the liuely sonne of deadlie Sleepe Witnes of life to them that liuing die A Prophet oft of hidden mysterie A Poet eake as humors flye and creepe Since thou in me so sure a hold doost keepe That neuer I with clos'd vp sence doe lye But by thy worke my Stella I discry Teaching blind eyes both how to smile and weepe Vouchsafe of all acquaintance this to tell Whence hast thou Iuorie Rubies Pearle and Golde To shew her skin lips teeth and head so well Foole aunswers he no Indes such treasures hold But from thy hart while my Sire charmeth thee Sweete Stellas Image I doe steale to me I Might vnhappy word woe me I might And then would not or could not see my blisse Tyll now wrapt in a most infernall Night I finde how heauenly day wretch did I misse Hart rent thy selfe thou doost thy selfe but right No louely Paris made thy Helen his No force no fraude robd thee of thy delight No Fortune of thy fortune Author is But to my selfe my selfe did giue the blow While too much wit forsooth so troubled me That I respects for both our sakes must showe And could I not by rysing morne fore-see How faire a day was neere ô punisht eyes That I had beene more foolish or more wise COme let me write and to what end to ease A burthened hart how can words ease which are The glasses of thy daily vexing care Oh cruell fights well pictured forth doe please Art not asham'd to publish thy disease Nay that may breede my fame it is so rare But will not wise men thinke thy words fonde ware Then be they close and they shall none displease What idler thing than speake and not be heard What harder thing than smart and not to speake Peace foolish wit with wit my wit is marde Thus write I while I doubt to write and wreake My harmes in ynkes poore losse perhaps some finde Stellas great power that so confus'd my minde WHat may words say or what may words not say Where truth it selfe must speake like flattery Within what boundes can one his lyking stay Where Nature doth with excellence agree What Nestors counsell can my flames allay Since Reasons selfe doth blow the coles to me And ah what hope that hope should once see day Where Cupid is sworne page to Chastitie Honour is honoured that thou dost possesse Him as thy slaue and now long needie Fame Doth euen grow rich meaning my Stellas name Wit learnes in thee perfection to expresse Not thou by praise but praise in thee is raised It is a praise to praise where thou art praysed STella whence doth these newe assaults arise A conquerd yeelding ransackt hart to win Whereto long since through my long battred eyes Whole Armies of thy beauties entred in And there long since Loue thy Lieuetenant lyes My forces raz'd thy banners rais'd within Of conquest what doe these effects suffise But wilt new warre vppon thine owne begin With so sweet voyce and by sweet nature so In sweetest strength so sweetly skild withall In all sweet stratagems sweete Arte can shew That not my soule which at thy foote did fall Long sithence forst by thy beames but stone nor tree By sences priuiledge can scape from thee THus night while sleepe begins with heauie wings To close mine eyes and that my troubled thought Doth fall to stray and my chiefe powers are brought To leaue the scepter of all subiect things The first that straight my fancies errour brings Vnto my

want of inward tutch And sure at length stolne goods doe come to light But if both for your loue and skill you name You seeke to nurse at fullest brest of Fame Stella behold and then begin to write IN nature apt to like when I did see Beauties which were of many Carrects fine My boyling spirits did thether then incline And Loue I thought that I was full of thee But finding not those restles flames in me Which others said did make theyr soules to pyne I thought those babes of some pins hurt did whine By my loue iudging what loues pains might be But while I thus with this young Lyon plaid Myne eyes shall I say curst or blest beheld Stella now she is nam'de neede more be sayd In her sight I a lesson new haue speld I now haue learnd loue right and learnd euen so As they that beeing poysoned poyson know HIs mother deere Cupid offended late Because that Mars grew slacker in her loue With pricking shot he did not throughly moue To keepe the place of their first louing state The boy refusde for feare of Marses hate Who thretned stripes if he his wrath did proue But she in chafe him from her lappe did shoue Broke bowe broke shaftes where Cupid weeping sate Till that his Grandam Nature pittying it Of Stellas browes made him two better bowes And in her eyes of arrowes infinit O how for ioye he leapes ô how he crowes And straight therewith like wagges new got to play Falls to shrewde turnes and I was in his way WIth what strange checkes I in my selfe am shent When into Reasons Audit I doe goe And by such counts my selfe a Banckerowt know Of all those goods which heauen to me hath lent Vnable quite to pay euen Natures rent Which vnto it by birth-right I doe owe And which is worse no good excuse can showe But that my wealth I haue most idly spent My wit doth waste my knowledge bringes forth toyes My wit doth striue those passions to defende With my rewarde the spoile of vaine annoyes I see my course to loose my selfe doth bende I see and yet no greater sorrowe take Than that I loose no more for Stellas sake ON Cupids bowe how are my hart strings bent That see my wracke and yet imbrace the same When most I glory then I feele most shame I willing run yet when I runne repent My best wittes still their owne disgrace inuent My verie yncke turnes straight to Stellas name And yet my wordes as them my penne doth frame For though she passe all things yet what is all That vnto me that fare like him that both Lookes to the skyes and in a ditch doth fall O let me proue my mind yet in his grouth And not in nature for best fruites vnfit Scholler saith Loue bend hitherward thy wit FLy flye my friendes I haue my deathes wound flye See there that boy that murthering boy I say Who like a thiefe hid in a bush doth lye Tyll blooddy bullet get him wrongfull pray So tyrant he no fitter place could spy Nor so farre leuell in so secrete stay As that sweete blacke which walles thy heauenly eye There he himselfe with his shot close doth laye Poore passenger passe now thereby I did And staid to see the prospect of the place While that black hue from me the bad guest hid But straight I saw motions of lightnings grace And there discried the glisterings of his dart But ere I could flie thence it pearst my hart YOur words my freends me causelesly doe blame My young minde marde whō Loue doth menace so That my owne writings like bad seruants shew My wits quick in vaine thoughts in vertue lame That Plato I haue reade for nought but if he tame Such coltish yeeres that to my birth I owe Nobler desires least els that to my foe Great expectation were a trayne of shame For since mad Mars great promise made to me If now the May or my yeeres much decline What can be hop'd my haruest time will be Well said your wit in vertues golden myne Digs deepe with learnings spade now tell me this Hath this world ought so faire as Stella is IN highest way of heauen the Sunne did ride Progressing from fayre Twynns in golden place Hauing no maske of Clowdes before his face But streaming forth of his heate in chiefest pride When some faire Ladies by hard promise tyde On horsebacke met him in his furious race Yet each prepar'de with Fannes well shading grace From that foes wounds their tender skinnes to hide Stella alone with face vnarmed marcht Either to doe like him as carelesse showne Or carelesse of the welth because her owne Yet were their hid and meaner beauties parcht Her daintiest bare went free the cause was this The Sunne that others burnt did her but kisse THe curious wits seeing dull pensiuenes Bewray it selfe in my long setled eyes When these same fumes of mellancholie rise With idle paines and missing paines doth gesse Some that know how my spring I did adresse Deeme that my Muse some fruite of knowledge plyes Others because the Prince my seruice tryes Thinke that I think State errors to redresse But harder Iudges iudge ambitious rage Scourge of it selfe till clyming slippery place Holds my young braine captiu'd in golden cage O fooles farre otherwise alas the case For all my thoughts haue neither stop nor start But onely Stellas eyes and Stellas hart RIch fooles there be whose base and filthy hart Lyes hatching still the goods wherein they flow Damning themselues to Tantalus his smart Welth breeding want more rich more wretched grow Yet to those fooles heauen doth such wit impart As what their hands doe hold their heads doe know And knowing loue and louing lay apart As scattered things farre from all dangers show But that rich foole whom by blinde Fortunes lot The richest gem of loue and life enioyes And can with foule abuse such beauties blot Let him depriued of sweet but vnfelt ioyes Exilde for aye from those high treasures which He knowes not grow in onely follie rich THE wisest scholler of the wight most wise By Phoebus doome with sugred sentence sayes That vertue if it once meete our eyes Strange flames of loue it in our soules would rayse But for that man with paine this truth discries While he each thing in sences ballance wayes And so nor will nor can behold those skyes Which inward Summe to heroicke minds displaies Vertue of late with vertuous care to stir Loue of himselfe take Stellas shape that hee To mortall eyes might sweetly shine in her It is most true for since I did her see Vertues great beautie in her face I proue And finde defect for I doe burne in loue THough duskie wits doe scorne Astrologie And fooles can thinke those lampes of purest light Whose number waies greatnes eternitie Promising wondrous wonders to inuite To haue for no cause birth-right in the skyes But for to spangle the blacke weedes

minde is Stellas Image wrought By Loues owne selfe but with so curious draught That she mee thinks not onely shines but sings I start looke hart harke but what inclos'd vp sence Was helde in open view it flyes away Leauing me nought but wayling eloquence I seeing bitter sights in sighes decay Cald it anew and woed Sleepe againe But him her hoast her vnkind guest had slaine COme Sleepe ô Sleepe the certaine knot of peace The bathing place of wits the balme of woe The poore mans wealth the prysoners release The indifferent Iudge betweene the hie and lowe With shielde of proofe shielde me from out the presse Of these fierce dartes Dispayre at me doth throw O make in me those ciuill warres to cease I will good trybute pay if thou doe soe Take thou of me smooth pillowes sweetest bed A chamber deafe of noyse and blinde of light A rosie garland and a wearie head And if these things as being thine in right Mooue not thy heauie grace thou shalt in mee Liuelier then els rare Stellas Image see AS good to write as for to lie and groane O Stella deere how much thy power hath wrought That hast my minde now of the basest brought My still kept course while others sleepe to moane Alas if thou the height of Vertues throane Canst but vouchsafe the influence of a thought Vpon a wretch which long thy grace hath sought Way then by thee how I am ouerthrowne And then thinke thus although thy beautie be Made manifest by such a victorie Yet noblest Conquerers doe wreaks auoide Since then thou hast so farre subdued me That in my hart I offer still to thee O doe not let thy Temple be destroide HAuing this day my horse my hand my Launce Guided so well that I obtaind the prize Both by the iudgement of the English eyes And of some sent by that sweet enmie Fraunce Horsmen my skill in horsmanship aduaunce Towne folke my strength a daintier Iudge applies His praise to slight which from good vse doth rise Some luckie wits impute it but to chaunce Others because from both sides I doe take My blood from them that doe excell in this Thinke Nature me a man at Armes did make How farre they shoote awry the true cause is Stella lookt on and from her heauenly face Sent forth her beames which made so faire a race O Eyes which doe the Spheres of beautie moue Whose beames all ioyes whose ioyes all vertues be Who while they make Loue conquer conquer Loue The Schooles where Venus hath learnd Chastitie O eyes where humble lookes most glorious proue Onely loue tasting of your crueltie Doe not doe not from me poore me remoue Keepe still my Zenith euer shine on me For thoughts eye neuer sees them but straight waies My life forgets to nourish languisht sprights Yet still on me ô eyes dart downe your rayes And if from Maiestie of sacred Lights Oppressing mortall sence my death proceede Wreckes tryumphs best which Loue hie set doth breed FAire eyes sweet lips deere hart that foolish I Could hope by Cupids helpe on you to pray Since to himselfe he doth your gifts apply As his maine force chiefe sport and easefull stay For when he will see who dare him gainesay Then with those eyes he lookes loe by and by Each soule doth at Loues feete his weapons lay Glad if for her he giue them leaue to die When he will play then in her lips his eye Where blushing red that Loues selfe them doe loue With either lip he doth the other kisse But when he will for quiets sake remoue From all the world her hart is then his roome Where well he knowes no man to him can come MY words I know doe well sette forth my minde My minde bemones his sence of inward smart Such smart may pittie claime of any hart Her hart sweete hart is of no Tygers kinde And yet she heares and I no pittie finde But more I cry lesse grace she doth impart Alas what cause is there so ouerthwart That Noblenes it selfe makes thus vnkinde I much doe gesse yet finde no truth but this That when the breath of my complaints doe touch Those daintie doores vnto the Court of Blisse That once come there the sobs of my annoyes Are metamorphos'd straight to tunes of ioyes STella oft sees the very face of woes Painted in my bewrinckled stormie face But cannot skill to pittie my disgrace No though the cause heereof herselfe she knowes Yet Hermes late a Fable who did show Of Louers neuer knowne a pittious case Pittie thereof got in her breast such place As from her eyes a Spring of teares did flow Alas if Fancie drawne by fained things Though false yet with free store more grace doth breede Then Seruants wreck where new doubt honor bringes Than thinke my Deere that in me you doe reede Of Louers ruine some sad Tragaedie And if not me pittie the tale of me I Curst thee oft I pittie now thy case Blinde hitting Boy since shee that thee and me Rules with a becke so tyranniseth thee That thou must want or foode or dwelling place For she protests to bannish thee her face Her face ô Loue a roge then should'st thou bee If Loue learne not alone to loue and see Without desire to feede of further grace Alas poore wagge that now a Scholler art To such a Schoole-mistris whose lessons new Thou needes must misse and so thou needes must smart Yet deere let me this pardon get of you That he so long may sport him with desire Till without Fuell thou can make hote fire WHat haue I thus betraide my libertie Can those blacke beames such burning markes engraue In my free side or am I borne a slaue Whose necke becomes such yoke of tyrannie Or want I sence to feele my miserie Or spirit disdaine of such disdaine to haue Who for long faith some gentle pittie craue Yet get no almes but scorne of beggerie Vertue awake beautie but beautie is I may I must I can I will I doe Leaue following that which it is gaine to misse Let her goe soft but there she comes goe to Vnkind I loue you not woe me that I Must make my hart thus giue my tongue the lye SOules ioy bend not those morning starres from me Where vertue is made strong by beauties might Where loue is chastnes scorning youthes delight And humblenes is linckt with maiestie What euer may ensue ah let me be Copartner of the ritches of that sight Let not mine eyes be blinded from that light Oh looke oh shine ô let me die and see For though I oft my selfe of them bemone That through my hart their beamie darts be gone Whose curelesse woundes euen nowe most freshly bleede Yet since my deaths wound is already got Deere killer spare not thy sweete cruell shot A kinde of grace it is to kill with speede I On my horse and Loue on me doth trie Our horsmanship while two strong works I proue A horsman