Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware, That you allow me them by so small rate? Or do you cutted Spartans imitate? Or do you mean my tender ears to spare, That to my questions you so total are? When I demand of Phœnix Stella's state, You say, forsooth, you left her well of late: O God, think you that satisfies my care? I would know whether she did sit or walk; How cloth'd, how waited on; sigh'd she, or smil'd; Whereof, with whom, how often did she talk; With what pastime time's journey she beguiled; If her lips deign'd to sweeten my poor name. Say all; and all well said, still say the same.
2 мин
СлушатьSonnet 92 Be Your Words Made
0
0
85
Подарок
Sir Philip Sidney
Sir Philip Sidney (30 November 1554 – 17 October 1586) was an English poet, courtier, scholar and soldier who is remembered as one of the most p…
Другие работы автора
Sonnet 14 Alas Have I Not
Alas, hav I nt pain nugh, my frin, Upn whs brast a firr grip th tir, Than i n him wh first stl wn th fir, Whil Lv n m th all his quivr spn,…
Psalm 19 Coeli Enarrant
Th havnly fram sts frth th fam Of him that nly thunrs; Th firmamnt, s strangly bnt, Shws his hanwrking wnrs Day unt ay th it isplay,…
Sonnet 30 Whether the Turkish New Moon
Whthr th Turkish nw mn min b T fill his hrns this yar n Christian ast; Hw Pls' right king mans, with lav f hst, T warm with ill-ma fir l Musvy; If Frnh an yt thr parts in n agr;…
Sonnet 11 In Truth Oh Love
In truth, h Lv, with what a byish kin Thu st pr in thy mst srius ways: That whn th hav'n t th his bst isplays, Yt f that bst thu lav'st th bst bhin Fr lik a hil that sm fair bk th fin,…
Комментарии
Вам нужно войти , чтобы оставить комментарий