Astrophel and Stella LXIV

Original Text: 
Sir Philip Sidney, Sir P. S. his Astrophel and Stella ([J. Charlewood] for T. Newman, 1591). STC 22536. Facs. edn.: Menston: Scolar Press, 1970. PR 2342 A7 1591A ROBA.
1No more, my dear, no more these counsels try;
2Oh, give my passions leave to run their race;
3Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace;
4Let folk o'ercharg'd with brain against me cry;
5Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye;
7Let all the earth with scorn recount my case,
8But do not will me from my love to fly.
9I do not envy Aristotle's wit,
10Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame;
11Nor aught do care though some above me sit;
12Nor hope nor wish another course to frame,
13But that which once may win thy cruel heart:
14Thou art my wit, and thou my virtue art.


6] of lost labour: in vain. Back to Line
Publication Start Year: 
RPO poem Editors: 
F. D. Hoeniger
RPO Edition: 
3RP 1:121.