| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Astrophel and Stella | | XIV. Alas! have I not pain enough? my friend! | | Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) |
| | | ALAS! have I not pain enough? my friend! | |
| Upon whose breast, a fiercer gripe doth tire, | |
| Than did on him who first stole down the fire; | |
| While LOVE on me, doth all his quiver spend: | |
| But with your rhubarb words ye must contend | 5 |
| To grieve me worse in saying, “That Desire | |
| Doth plunge my well-formed soul even in the mire | |
| Of sinful thoughts, which do in ruin end.” | |
| If that be sin, which doth the manners frame | |
| Well stayed with truth in word, and faith of deed; | 10 |
| Ready of wit, and fearing nought but shame: | |
| If that be sin, which in fixt hearts doth breed | |
| A loathing of all loose unchastity: | |
| Then love is sin, and let me sinful be! | | | | |
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