English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 58. Be Your Words Made, Good Sir, of Indian Ware |
| | | Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) |
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| BE your words made, good Sir, of Indian ware, | |
| That you allow me them by so small rate? | |
| Or do you cutted Spartans imitate? | |
| Or do you mean my tender ears to spare | |
| That to my questions you so total are? | 5 |
| When I demand of Phœnix-Stella’s state, | |
| You say, forsooth, you left her well of late: | |
| O God, think you that satisfies my care? | |
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| I would know whether she did sit or walk; | |
| How clothed; how waited on; sighed she, or smiled; | 10 |
| Whereof, with whom, how often did she talk; | |
| With what pastime Time’s journey she beguiled; | |
| If her lips deigned to sweeten my poor name: | |
| Say all; and, all well said, still say the same. | |
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