Astrophel and Stella XX

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.
1Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly!
3Who, like a thief, hid in dark bush doth lie
4Till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey.
5So tyrant he no fitter place could spy,
7As that sweet black which veils the heav'nly eye;
8There himself with his shot he close doth lay.
9Poor passenger, pass now thereby I did,
10And stay'd, pleas'd with the prospect of the place,
11While that black hue from me the bad guest hid;
12But straight I saw motions of lightning grace
13And then descried the glist'ring of his dart:
14But ere I could fly thence it pierc'd my heart.


2] boy: Cupid. Back to Line
6] so fair level: so well take aim. Back to Line
Publication Start Year: 
RPO poem Editors: 
F. D. Hoeniger
RPO Edition: 
3RP 1:119.