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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Astrophel and Stella

LXXXIII. Good brother Philip! I have born you long

Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)

GOOD brother PHILIP! I have born you long.

I was content you should in favour creep,

While craftily you seemed your cut to keep;

As though that fair soft hand did you great wrong.

I bare (with envy) yet I bare your song,

When in her neck you did love ditties peep;

Nay, more fool I! oft suffered you to sleep

In lilies’ nest, where LOVE’s self lies along.

What! doth high place ambitious thoughts augment?

Is sauciness, reward of courtesy?

Cannot such grace your silly self content;

But you must needs, with those lips billing be?

And through those lips drink nectar from that tongue?

Leave that Sir PHIP! lest off your neck be wrung!