Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Sir Philip Sidney. 1554–8693. This Lady’s Cruelty
| WITH how sad steps, O moon, thou climb’st the skies! | |
| How silently, and with how wan a face! | |
| What! may it be that even in heavenly place | |
| That busy archer his sharp arrows tries? | |
| Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes | 5 |
| Can judge of love, thou feel’st a lover’s case: | |
| I read it in thy looks; thy languish’d grace | |
| To me, that feel the like, thy state descries. | |
| Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me, | |
| Is constant love deem’d there but want of wit? | 10 |
| Are beauties there as proud as here they be? | |
| Do they above love to be loved, and yet | |
| Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? | |
| Do they call ‘virtue’ there—ungratefulness? |