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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Sonnets and Poetical Translations by Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)

I.  Since shunning pain, I ease can never find
II.  When Love, puft up with rage of high disdain
III.  The Fire to see my wrongs, for anger burneth
IV.  The Nightingale—as soon as April bringeth
V.  “Sleep, baby mine, Desire!” Nurse Beauty singeth
VI.  O Fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee
VII.  The scourge of life, and death’s extreme disgrace
VIII.  Woe! woe to me! On me, return the smart!
IX.  Thou Pain! the only guest of loathed Constraint
X.  And have I heard her say, “O cruel pain!”
XI.  You better sure shall live, not evermore
XII.  Nulli se dicit mulier mea nubere malle
XIII.  “Unto nobody,” my woman saith, “she had rather a wife be
XIV.  Qui sceptra sævus duro imperio regit
XV.  Fair! seek not to be feared. Most lovely! beloved by thy servants!
XVI.  Like as the dove, which, sealed up, doth fly
XVII.  Prometheus, when first from heaven high by Sir Edward Dyer
XVIII.  A Satyr once did run away for dread
XIX.  My mistress lowers, and saith I do not love!
XX.  In wonted walks, since wonted fancies change
XXI.  If I could think how these my thoughts to leave
XXII.  Oft have I mused, but now at length I find
XXIII.  Finding those beams, which I must ever love
XXIV.  The Seven Wonders of England
XXV.  Who hath his fancy pleased
XXVI.  The smokes of Melancholy
XXVII.  When, to my deadly pleasure
XXVIII.  No, no, no, no, I cannot hate my foe
XXIX.  All my sense thy sweetness gained
XXX.  What changes here, O hair!
XXXI.  Of this high grace, with bliss conjoined
XXXII.  Ring out your bells! let mourning shows be spread
XXXIII.  Thou blind man’s mark! thou fool’s self-chosen snare!
XXXIV.  Leave me, O love! which reachest but to dust!