Astrophel and Stella: LXIV
by Sir Philip Sidney
No more, my dear, no more these counsels try;
Oh, give my passions leave to run their race;
Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace;
Let folk o’ercharg’d with brain against me cry;
Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye;
Let me no steps but of lost labour trace;
Let all the earth with scorn recount my case,
But do not will me from my love to fly.
I do not envy Aristotle’s wit,
Nor do aspire to Caesar’s bleeding fame;
Nor aught do care though some above me sit;
Nor hope nor wish another course to frame,
But that which once may win thy cruel heart:
Thou art my wit, and thou my virtue art.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Грядущие гунны
- Upper Lambourne poem – John Betjeman poems
- Владимир Британишский – Паллас
- Philip Levine – Philip Levine
- A Little Te Deum Of The Commonplace by John Oxenham
- Юрий Коринец – Не кажется ли вам
- Ode On A Grecian Urn poem – John Keats poems
- Loot by Rudyard Kipling
- Say, What Is Honour?–‘Tis The Finest Sense by William Wordsworth
- At Daybreak by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Road To Ruin by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Луговской – Ночной патруль
- Before you knew you owned it poem – Alice Walker
- Beauty
- Юрий Коринец – Стихи о вшах
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586) was an English courtier, statesman, soldier, diplomat, writer, and patron of scholars and poets. He was a godson of Philip II of Spain. Sir Philip Sidney was considered the ideal gentleman of his day. He is also one of the most important poets of the Elizabethan Era.