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The Complete Works of Sir Philip Sidney

In Three Volumes
Sidney, Philip (1554-1586)

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Volume I, [Volume II]
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THE COUNTESSE OF PEMBROKES ARCADIA
  
[dedication]
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[THE FIRST BOOKE OF THE COUNTESSE OF PEMBROKES ARCADIA.]
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THE SECOND BOOKE OF THE COUNTESSE OF PEMBROKES ARCADIA.
  
[In vaine, mine Eyes, you labour to amende]
  
[Let not old age disgrace my high desire]
  
[Since so mine eyes are subject to your sight]
  
[My sheepe are thoughts, which I both guide and serve]
  
[You living powres enclosed in stately shrine]
  
[My words, in hope to blaze my stedfast minde]
  
[What toong can her perfections tell]
  
[Alas how long this pilgrimage doth last?]
  
[Poore Painters oft with silly Poets joyne]
  
[Loved I am, and yet complaine of Love]
  
[Over these brookes trusting to ease mine eyes]
  
[Me thought some staves he mist: if so, not much amisse]
  
[Wyth two strange fires of equall heate possest]
  
[A hatefull cure with hate to heale]
  
[Thy elder care shall from thy carefull face]
  
[Apollo great, whose beames the greater world do light]
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The second Eclogues.
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[THE THIRD BOOKE OF THE COUNTESSE OF PEMBROKES ARCADIA.]
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THE FOURTH BOOKE OF THE COUNTESSE OF PEMBROKES ARCADIA.
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THE FIFTH BOOKE OF THE COUNTESSE OF PEMBROKES ARCADIA.
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POEMS FIRST PRINTED IN THE FOLIO OF 1593.
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POEMS FROM THE OLD ARCADIA
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Syr P. S. His Astrophel and Stella.
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OTHER SONNETS OF VARIABLE VERSE.
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CERTAINE SONETS WRITTEN BY SIR PHILIP SIDNEY: Never before printed.
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TWO PASTORELS, MADE BY SIR PHILLIP SIDNEY.
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[THE LADY OF MAY]
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Volume III
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Volume IV

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[O faire, ô sweet, when I do looke on thee]

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To the tune of the Spanish song, Se tu sen̄ora no dueles de mi.

O faire, ô sweet, when I do looke on thee,
In Whom all joyes so well agree,
Heart and soule do sing in me.
This you heare is not my tongue,
Which once said what I conceaved,
For it was of use bereaved,
With a cruell answer stong.
No, though tongue to roofe be cleaved,
Fearing least he chastisde be,
Heart and soule do sing in me.
O faire, O sweete, &c.
Just accord all musike makes;
In thee just accord excelleth,
Where each part in such peace dwelleth,
One of other beautie takes.
Since then truth to all minds telleth,
That in thee lives harmonie,
Heart and soule do sing in me.
O faire, O sweet, &c.
They that heav'n have knowne, do say
That who so that grace obtaineth,
To see what faire sight there raigneth,
Forced are to sing alway;
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So then since that heaven ramaineth,
In thy face I plainly see,
Heart and soule do sing in me.
O faire, O sweete, &c.
Sweete thinke not I am at ease,
For because my cheefe part singeth,
This song from deathes sorrow springeth:
As to Swanne in last disease:
For no dumbnesse nor death bringeth
Stay to true loves melody:
Heart and soule do sing in me.
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