| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Astrophel and Stella | | LVII. Woe, having made with many fights his own | | Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) |
| | | WOE, having made with many fights his own, | |
| Each sense of mine, each gift, each power of mind: | |
| Grown now his slaves; he forced them out to find | |
| The thoroughest words, fit for WOE’s self to groan. | |
| Hoping that when they might find STELLA alone, | 5 |
| Before she could prepare to be unkind; | |
| Her soul, armed but with such a dainty rind, | |
| Should soon be pierced with sharpness of the moan. | |
| She heard my plaints, and did not only hear, | |
| But them (so sweet is she) most sweetly sing; | 10 |
| With that fair breast making WOE’s darkness clear. | |
| A pretty case! I hoped her to bring | |
| To feel my griefs: and she with face and voice, | |
| So sweets my pains; that my pains me rejoice. | | | | |
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