| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Astrophel and Stella | | XXI. Our words, my friend! (right healthful caustics!) blame | | Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) |
| | | OUR words, my friend! (right healthful caustics!) blame | |
| My young mind marred, whom love doth windlass so; | |
| That mine own writings (like bad servants) show | |
| My wits quick in vain thoughts; in virtue, lame. | |
| “That PLATO I read for nought, but if he tame | 5 |
| Such coltish years; that to my birth I owe | |
| Nobler desires: lest else that friendly foe | |
| Great Expectation, wear a train of shame.” | |
| “For since mad March great promise made of me; | |
| If now the May of my years much decline, | 10 |
| What can be hoped my harvest time will be?” | |
| Sure you say well! Your wisdom’s golden mine, | |
| Dig deep with learning’s spade! Now tell me this, | |
| Hath this world ought so fair as STELLA is? | | | | |
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