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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

Flocke such one forgoe Vnto whom mirth is displeasure Onely rich in measures treasure 3 Yet alas before you goe Heare your wofull Masters storie VVhich to stones I else would showe Sorrow onely then hath glorie VVhen tis excellently sorie 4 Stella fairest Shepheardesse Fairest but yet cruelst euer Stella whom the heauens still blesse Though against me she perseuer Though I blisse inherit neuer 5 Stella hath refused mee Stella who more loue hath proued In this caitiffe hart to bee Than can in good to vs be moued Towards Lambkins best beloued 6 Stella hath refused mee Astrophel that so well serued In this pleasant Spring Muse see While in pride flowers be preserued Himselfe onely winter starued 7 VVhy alas then doth she sweare That she loueth me so deerly Seeing me so long to beare Coales of loue that burne so cleerly And yet leaue me hopelesse meerly 8 Is that loue forsooth I trow If I saw my good dogg grieued And a helpe for him did know My loue should not be beleeued But he were by me releeued 9 No she hates me welaway Faining loue somewhat to please me Knowing if she should display All her hate death soone would seaze me And of hideous torments ease me 10 Then my deare Flocke now adieu But alas if in your straying Heauenly Stella meete with you Tell her in your piteous blaying Her poore Slaues iust decaying The tenth Sonnet O Deere Life when shall it bee That mine eyes thine eyes shall see And in them thy minde discouer VVhether absence haue had force Thy remembrance to diuorce From the image of thy Louer 2 O if I my selfe finde not By thine absence oft forgot Nor debard from Beauties treasure Let no tongue aspire to tell In what high ioyes I shall dwell Onely thought aimes at the pleasure 3 Thought therefore will I send thee To take vp the place for mee Long I will not after tarrie There vnseene thou maist be bold Those faire wonders to behold VVhich in them my hopes doo carrie 4 Thought see thou no place forbeare Enter brauely euerie where Seaze on all to her belonging But if thou wouldst garded bee Fearing her beames take with thee Strength of liking rage of longing 5 O my Thoughts my Thoughts sure ease Your delights my woes encrease My life fleetes with too much thinking Thinke no more but die in mee Till thou shalt receiued bee At her lips my Nectar drinking Finis Syr P.S. Poems and Sonets of sundrie other Noble men and Gentlemen The Author of this Poeme S. D. GO wayling verse the infant of my loue Minorua like brought foorth without a mother That beares the image of the cares I proue Witnesse your fathers griefe exceeds all other Sigh out a Storie of her cruell deedes With interrupted accents of dispaire A monument that whosoeuer reedes May iustly praise and blame my loueles Faire Say her disdaine hath dried vp my blood And sterued you in succours still denying Presse to her eyes importune me some good Waken her sleeping crueltie with crying Knock at her hard hart say I perish for her And feare this deed wil make the world abhor her Sonnet 1. IF so it hap the Ofspring of my care These fatall anthemes and afflicted songs Come to their view who like to mee doo fare May moue them sigh there at and mone my wrongs But vntoucht hearts with vnaffected eye Approach not to behold my soules distresse Cleere sighted you will note what is awry Whilst blind ones see no error in my verse You blinded soules whom hap and error leades You outcast Eglets dazeled with the Sunne Ah you and none but you my sorrow reads You best can iudge the wrong that shee hath done That shee hath done the motiue of my paine Who whilst I loue doth kill me with disdaine Sonnet 2. THese sorrowing sighs the smokes of mine annoy These teares which heate of sacred fire distills These are the tributes that my faith doth pay And these my tyrants cruell minde fulfills I sacrifice my youth and blooming yeares At hir proud feete that yet respects no whit My youth vntimely withered with my teares By winter woes for spring of youth vnfit She thinkes a looke may recompence my care And so with lookes prolongs my long lookt ease As short the blisse so is the comfort rare Yet must that blisse my hungrie thoughts appease Thus she returnes my hopes to fruitlesse euer Once let her loue indeed or eye me neuer Sonnet 3. THe onely bird alone that Nature frames When weary of the tedious life shee liues By fier dies yet finds new life in flames Hir ashes to hir shape new essence giues When onely I the onely wretched wight Wearie of life that breaths but sorrows blasts Pursues the flame of such a beautie bright That burnes my heart and yet my life still lasts O Soueraigne light that with thy sacred flame Consumes my life reuiue me after this And make me with the happie bird the same That dies to liue by fauour of thy blisse This deede of thine shall shew a Goddesse power In so long death to grant one liuing hower Sonnet 4. TEares vowes and praiers gaines the hardest hearts Teares vowes and praiers haue I spent in vaine Teares cannot soften flint nor vowes conuert Praiers preuaile not with a quaint disdaine I loose my teares where I haue lost my loue I vowe my faith where faith is not regarded I pray in vaine a merciles to moue So rare a faith ought better be rewarded Though frozen will may not be thawed with teares Though my soules Idol skorneth all my vowes Though all my praiers be made to deafned eares No fauour though the cruel faire allowes Yet will I weepe vowe praie to cruel shee Flint frost disdaine weares melts and yeelds we see Sonnet 5. WHy doth my Mistres credit so hir glasse Gasing hir beautie dein'd hir by the skies And doth not rather looke on him alas Whose state best shewes the force of murthering eies The broken tops of loftie trees declare The furie of a mercie-wanting storme And of what force your wounding graces are Vpon my selfe you best may finde the forme Then leaue your glasse and gaze your selfe on mee That myrror showes the power of your face To admire your forme too much may danger bee Narcissus changd to flower in such a case I feare your change not flower nor Hiacynth Medusas eye may turne your heart to flint Sonnet 6. THese amber locks are those same nets my Deare Wherewith my liberty thou didst surprise Loue was the flame that fierd me so neare The darts transpersing were these Christal eies Strong is the net and feruent is the flame Deepe is the stroke my sighs can well report Yet doe I loue adore and praise the same That holds that burnes that wounds me in that sort I list not seeke to breake to quench to heale This bond this flame this wound that festereth so By knife by liquor or by salue to deale So much I please