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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

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