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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Astrophel and Stella

LIX. Dear! why make you more of a dog, than me?

Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)

DEAR! why make you more of a dog, than me?

If he do love; I burn, I burn in love!

If he wait well; I never thence would move!

If he be fair; yet but a dog can be.

Little he is, so little worth is he.

He barks; my songs, thine own voice oft doth prove.

Bidden perhaps, he fetcheth thee a glove;

But I unbid, fetch even my soul to thee!

Yet while I languish; him, that bosom clips,

That lap doth lap, nay, lets in spite of spite,

This sour-breathed mate taste of those sugared lips.

Alas, if you grant only such delight

To witless things; then LOVE I hope (since wit

Becomes a clog) will soon ease me of it.