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| Search results for: sonnet | Found 863 Poems |
| 651. | Sonnet XLI: Having This Day My Horse by Sir Philip Sidney | | Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance
Guided so well that I obtain'd the prize,
Both by the judgment of the English eyes
And of some sent fro... |
| 652. | Sonnet XXIV: Rich Fools There Be by Sir Philip Sidney | | 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, ... |
| 653. | Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet XXXI by Sir Philip Sidney | | With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What! may it be that even in heavenly place
That busy a... |
| 654. | Sonnet X: Reason by Sir Philip Sidney | | Reason, in faith thou art well serv'd, that still
Wouldst brabbling be with sense and love in me:
I rather wish'd thee climb the Muses' hill,
Or... |
| 655. | Sonnet XXI: Your Words, My Friend by Sir Philip Sidney | | Your words, my friend, (right healthful caustics) blame
My young mind marr'd, whom Love doth windlass so,
That mine own writings like bad servants... |
| 656. | Sonnet LXIV: No More, My Dear 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'er... |
| 657. | Sonnet XVII: His Mother Dear Cupid by Sir Philip Sidney | | His mother dear Cupid offended late,
Because that Mars grown slacker in her love,
With pricking shot he did not throughly more
To keep the pace ... |
| 658. | Sonnet XII: Cupid, Because Thou by Sir Philip Sidney | | Cupid, because thou shin'st in Stella's eyes,
That from her locks, thy day-nets, noe scapes free,
That those lips swell, so full of thee they be, ... |
| 659. | Sonnet XXVI: Though Dusty Wits by Sir Philip Sidney | | Though dusty wits dare scorn astrology,
And fools can think those lamps of purest light
Whose numbers, ways, greatness, eternity,
Promising wond... |
| 660. | Sonnet XXV: The Wisest Scholar by Sir Philip Sidney | | 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 flame... |
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