| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. | | | | Phœbus, Farewell! | | By Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) |
| | | PHŒBUS, farewell! a sweeter Saint I serve: | |
| The high conceits thy heavenly wisdoms breed, | |
| My thoughts forget, my thoughts which never swerve | |
| From her in whom is sown their freedom’s seed, | |
| And in whose eyes my daily doom I read. | 5 |
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| Phœbus, farewell! a sweeter Saint I serve: | |
| Thou art far off, thy kingdom is above; | |
| She heaven on earth with beauties doth preserve; | |
| Thy beams I like, but her clear rays I love; | |
| Thy force I fear, her force I still do prove. | 10 |
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| Phœbus, yield up thy title in my mind | |
| She doth possess: thy image is defaced; | |
| But, if thy rage some brave revenge will find | |
| On her who hath in me thy temple raced, | |
| Employ thy might that she my fires may taste; | 15 |
| And, how much more her worth surmounteth thee, | |
| Make her as much more base by loving me. | | | | |
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