| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Astrophel and Stella | | XCVIII. Ah, bed! the field where joy’s peace some do see | | Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) |
| | | AH, bed! the field where joy’s peace some do see; | |
| The field where all my thoughts to war be trained: | |
| How is thy grace by my strange fortune stained! | |
| How thy lee shores by my sighs stormèd be! | |
| With sweet soft shades, thou oft invitest me | 5 |
| To steal some rest; but, wretch! I am constrained— | |
| Spurred with LOVE’s spur, though gold; and shortly reined | |
| With CARE’s hard hand—to turn and toss in thee! | |
| While the black horrors of the silent night | |
| Paint WOE’s black face so lively to my sight; | 10 |
| That tedious leisure marks each wrinkled line. | |
| But when AURORA leads out PHŒBUS’ dance, | |
| Mine eyes then only wink: for spite perchance; | |
| That worms should have their sun, and I want mine. | | | | |
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