| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Astrophel and Stella | | XCIV. Grief! find the words! For thou hast made my brain | | Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) |
| | | GRIEF! find the words! For thou hast made my brain | |
| So dark with misty vapours, which arise | |
| From out thy heavy mould, that inbent eyes | |
| Can scarce discern the shape of mine own pain. | |
| Do thou then (for thou canst!) do thou complain | 5 |
| For my poor soul! which now that sickness tries: | |
| Which even to sense, sense of itself denies, | |
| Though harbingers of death lodge there his train. | |
| Or if thy love of plaint yet mine forbears— | |
| As of a caitiff worthy so to die— | 10 |
| Yet wail thyself! and wail with causefull tears! | |
| That though in wretchedness thy life doth lie; | |
| Yet grow’st more wretched than thy nature bears, | |
| By being placed in such a wretch as I! | | | | |
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