Philip Sidney - Astrophel And Stella-Ninth SongPhilip Sidney - Astrophel And Stella-Ninth Song
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Go, my flock, go get you hence,
Seek a better place of feeding,
Where you may have some defence
From the storms in my breast breeding,
And showers from my eyes proceeding.
Leave a wretch, in whom all woe
Can abide to keep no measure,
Meyy flock, such one forego,
Unto whom mirth is displeasure,
Only rich in mischief`s treasure.
Yet alas, before you go,
Hear you woeful master`s story,
Which to stones I else would show:
Sorrow only then hath glory
When `tis excellently sorry.
Stella, fiercest shepherdess,
Fiercest but yot fairest ever;
Stella, whom oh heav`ns do bless,
Though against me she persever,
Though I bliss inherit never.
Stella hath refused me,
Stella, who more love hath prov`d
In this caitiff heart to be,
Than can in good ewes be mov`d
Toward lambkins best belov`d.
Stella hath refused me,
Astrophil, that so well serv`d,
In this pleasant spring must see,
While in pride flowers be preserv`d,
Himself only winter-starv`d.
Why alas doth she then swear
That she loveth me so dearly,
Seeing me so long to bear
Coals of love that burn`d so clearly;
And yet leave me helpless merely?
Is that love? Forsooth, I trow,
If I saw my good dog griev`d,
And a help for him did know,
My love should not be believ`d
But he were by me reliev`d.
No, she hates me, wellaway,
Faining love, somewhat to please me:
For she knows, if she display
All her hate, death soon would seize me,
And of hideous torments ease me.
Then adieu, dear flock, adieu:
But alas, if in your straying
Heav`nly Stella meet with you,
Tell her in your piteous blaying,
Her poor slave`s unjust decaying.
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