Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | Astrophel and Stella | XCVIII. Ah, bed! the field where joys peace some do see | Sir Philip Sidney (15541586) |
| AH, bed! the field where joys peace some do see; | |
The field where all my thoughts to war be trained: | |
How is thy grace by my strange fortune stained! | |
How thy lee shores by my sighs stormèd be! | |
With sweet soft shades, thou oft invitest me | 5 |
To steal some rest; but, wretch! I am constrained | |
Spurred with LOVEs spur, though gold; and shortly reined | |
With CAREs hard handto turn and toss in thee! | |
While the black horrors of the silent night | |
Paint WOEs black face so lively to my sight; | 10 |
That tedious leisure marks each wrinkled line. | |
But when AURORA leads out PHBUS dance, | |
Mine eyes then only wink: for spite perchance; | |
That worms should have their sun, and I want mine. | | | |
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