| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Astrophel and Stella | | LXII. Late tired with woe, even ready for to pine | | Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) |
| | | LATE tired with woe, even ready for to pine | |
| With rage of love, I called my love “unkind!” | |
| She in whose eyes love, though unfelt, doth shine | |
| Sweetly said, “That I, true love in her should find.” | |
| I joyed; but straight thus watered was my wine. | 5 |
| “That love she did, but loved a love not blind; | |
| Which would not let me, whom she loved, decline | |
| From nobler course, fit for my birth and mind: | |
| And therefore by her love’s authority, | |
| Willed me, these tempests of vain love to fly; | 10 |
| And anchor fast myself on Virtue’s shore.” | |
| Alas, if this the only metal be | |
| Of love new coined to help my beggary: | |
| Dear! love me not, that ye may love me more! | | | | |
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