| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Astrophel and Stella | | XLIV. My words, I know, do well set forth my mind | | Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) |
| | | MY words, I know, do well set forth my mind; | |
| My mind bemoans his sense of inward smart: | |
| Such smart may pity claim of any heart; | |
| Her heart, sweet heart! is of no tigress kind: | |
| And yet she hears, and yet no pity I find; | 5 |
| But more I cry, less grace she doth impart. | |
| Alas, what cause is there, so overthwart, | |
| That Nobleness itself makes thus unkind? | |
| I much do guess, yet find no truth save this; | |
| That when the breath of my complaints do touch | 10 |
| Those dainty doors unto the Court of Bliss, | |
| The heavenly nature of that place is such, | |
| That once come there, the sobs of my annoys | |
| Are metamorphosed straight to tunes of joys. | | | | |
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