Sir Philip Sidney

Sir Philip Sidney

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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 prominent figures of the Elizabethan age.
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Psalm 139

O Lord in me there lieth nought But to thy search revealed lies; For when I sit Thou markest it: Nor less thou notest when I rise:
Yea, closest closet of my thought Hath open windows to thine eyes
Thou walkest with me when I walk; When t...
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Sonnet 14 Alas Have I Not

Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend,
Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire,
Than did on him who first stole down the fire,
While Love on me doth all his quiver spend,
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Sonnet 18 With What Sharp Checks

With what sharp checks I in myself am shent,
When into Reason's audit I do go:
And by just counts myself a bankrupt know Of all the goods, which heav'n to me hath lent:
Unable quite to pay even Nature's rent,
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Sonnet 25 The Wisest Scholar

The wisest scholar of the wight most wise By Phoebus' doom, with sugar'd sentence says,
That Virtue, if it once met with our eyes,
Strange flames of love it in our souls would raise;
But for that man with pain his truth descries,
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Sonnet 23 The Curious Wits

The curious wits seeing dull pensiveness Bewray itself in my long settled eyes,
Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise,
With idle pains, and missing aim, do guess
Some that know how my spring I did address,
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Sonnet 92 Be Your Words Made

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 s...
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Sonnet 54 Because I Breathe

Because I breathe not love to every one,
Nor do not use set colours for to wear,
Nor nourish special locks of vowed hair,
Nor give each speech a full point of a groan,
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Sonnet 24 Rich Fools There Be

Rich fools there be, whose base and filthy heart Lies hatching still the goods wherein they flow:
And damning their own selves to Tantal's smart,
Wealth breeding want, more blist more wretched grow
Yet to those fools heav'n such wit...
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Sonnet 27 Because I Oft

Because I oft in dark abstracted guise Seem most alone in greatest company,
With dearth of words, or answers quite awry,
To them that would make speech of speech arise,
They deem, and of their doom the rumor flies,
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Sonnet 3 Let Dainty Wits

Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine, That, bravely mask'd, their fancies may be told; Or,
Pindar's apes, flaunt they in phrases fine, Enam'ling with pied flowers their thoughts of gold
Or else let them in statelier glory shine, Ennob...
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Sonnet 39 Come Sleep

Come Sleep;
O Sleep
the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
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You Gote-herd Gods

You Gote-herd Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs ioyde with free and quiet forests, Vouchsafe your silent eares to playning musique, Which to my woes giues still...
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Psalm 93

Clothed with state, and girt with might,
Monarch-like Jehovah reigns,
He who earth's foundation pight — Pight at first, and yet sustains;
He whose stable throne
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Astrophel And Stella-Eleventh Song

"Who is it that this dark
Underneath my window plaineth
"'It is one who from thy
Being, ah
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Sonnet 13 Phoebus Was Judge

Phoebus was judge between Jove,
Mars, and Love,
Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were:
Jove's golden shield did eagle sables bear,
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Sonnet 5 It Is Most True

It is most true, that eyes are form'd to serve The inward light; and that the heavenly part Ought to be king, from whose rules who do swerve,
Rebles to Nature, strive for their own smart
It is most true, what we call Cupid's dart,
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