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  Speaker 1: Section one of Astrophel and Stella. This is a LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: Read by Thomas Copeland, Astrofel and Stella by Sir Philip Sidney,
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  Speaker 1: poems one through thirty, Loving in truth and fain in
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  Speaker 1: verse my love to show that she dear, She might
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  Speaker 1: take some pleasure of my pain. Pleasure might cause her read, reading,
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  Speaker 1: might make her know, knowledge, might pity when, and pity
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  Speaker 1: grace obtain. I sought fit words to paint the blackest
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  Speaker 1: face of woe, studying inventions, fine her wits to entertain oft,
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  Speaker 1: turning others leaves to see if thence would flow some
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  Speaker 1: fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain. But words
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  Speaker 1: came halting forth, wanting inventions, stay invention, Nature's child fled
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  Speaker 1: step dames, study's blows, and others feet still seem'd, but
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  Speaker 1: strangers in my way. Thus great, with child to speak,
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  Speaker 1: and helpless in my throes, biting my truant pen, beating
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  Speaker 1: myself for spite. Fool, said my muse to me, look
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  Speaker 1: in thy heart and write two not at the first sight,
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  Speaker 1: nor with a dribbid shot. Love gave the wound, which
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  Speaker 1: while I breathe will bleed, but known worth did in
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  Speaker 1: mine of time proceed till by degrees it had full conquest.
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  Speaker 1: Got I saw and liked, I liked, but loved not.
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  Speaker 1: I lov'd but straight did not what love decreed at
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  Speaker 1: length to Love's decrees I forced agreed, Yet with repining
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  Speaker 1: at so part shall lot. Now even that footstep of
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  Speaker 1: lost liberty is gone. And now, like slave born Muscovite,
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  Speaker 1: I call it praise to suffer tyranny, and now employ
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  Speaker 1: the remnant of my wit to make myself believe that
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  Speaker 1: all is well. While with a feeling skill I paint
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  Speaker 1: my hell. Three, let dainty wits cry on the sisters
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  Speaker 1: nine that bravely mask their fancies may be told or
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  Speaker 1: pinders apes flaunt they in phrases fine, enameling with pied
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  Speaker 1: flowers their thoughts of gold, or else, let them in
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  Speaker 1: statelier glory, shine, ennobling new found tropes, with problems old
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  Speaker 1: or with strange similes, enrich each line of herbs or
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  Speaker 1: beasts which i'd or afric old for me in sooth
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  Speaker 1: no muse but one I know phrases and problems from
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  Speaker 1: my reach to grow, and strange things cost too dear
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  Speaker 1: for my poor sprites. How then, even thus in Stella's face,
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  Speaker 1: I read what love and beauty be, then all my deed.
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  Speaker 1: But copying is what in her nature writes for virtue. Alas,
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  Speaker 1: Now let me take some rest. Thou sett'st a bit
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  Speaker 1: between my will and wit. If vain love have my
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  Speaker 1: simple soul oppressed, leave what thou likest not, deal not
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  Speaker 1: thou with it thy scepter usin some old Cato's breast,
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  Speaker 1: churches or schools, or for thy seat more fit, I
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  Speaker 1: do confess pardon a fault, confessed My mouth too tender
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  Speaker 1: is for thy hard bit. But if that needs thou
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  Speaker 1: wilt usurping be the little reason that is left in me.
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  Speaker 1: And still the effect of thy persuasions prove, I swear
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  Speaker 1: my heart. Such one shall show to THEE that shrives
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  Speaker 1: in flesh, so true a deity that virtue thou thyself
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  Speaker 1: shalt be in love. Five. It is most true that
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  Speaker 1: eyes are form to serve thee inward light, and that
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  Speaker 1: the heavenly part ought to be king from whose rules,
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  Speaker 1: who to swerve rebels to nature strive for their own
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  Speaker 1: smart It is most true what we call cupids, dart
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  Speaker 1: and images, which for ourselves we carve, and fools adore
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  Speaker 1: in temple of our heart, till that good God make
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  Speaker 1: church and churchmen starve. True, that true beauty virtue is indeed,
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  Speaker 1: whereof this beauty can be but a shade which elements
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  Speaker 1: with mortal mixture breed. True that on earth we are
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  Speaker 1: but pilgrims made, and should in soul up to our
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  Speaker 1: country move. True and yet true that I must tell
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  Speaker 1: a love six. Some lovers speak when they their muses
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  Speaker 1: entertain of hopes, begot by fear of what not, what
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  Speaker 1: desires a force of heavenly beams, infusing hellish pain of
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  Speaker 1: living deaths, deer wounds, fair storms, and freezing fires. Some one,
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  Speaker 1: his song in Jove and Jove's Strange Tales, attires, border'd
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  Speaker 1: with bulls and swans, powdered with golden rain. Another humbler
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  Speaker 1: wit to shepherd's pipe, retires, yet hiding royal blood, full
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  Speaker 1: oft in rural vein to some a sweetest plaint, a
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  Speaker 1: sweetest style affords, while tears pour out his ink, and
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  Speaker 1: sighs breathe out his words his paper, pale, despair and pain,
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  Speaker 1: his bendeth move. I can speak what I feel, and
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  Speaker 1: feels much as they, But think that all the map
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  Speaker 1: of my state I display, when trembling voice brings forth
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  Speaker 1: that I do. Stella Love seven, when nature made her
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  Speaker 1: chief work, Stella's eyes in color black, Why rapt she
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  Speaker 1: beams so bright? Would she in be me black like
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  Speaker 1: painter wise framed, daintiest luster, mixt of shades and light?
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  Speaker 1: Or did she else that sober hue devise in object
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  Speaker 1: best to knit and strength our sight? Lest if no
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  Speaker 1: veil these brave gleams did disguise, they sunlike should more
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  Speaker 1: dazzle than delight. Or would she her miraculous power show that,
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  Speaker 1: whereas black seems beauty's contrary, she even in black doth
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  Speaker 1: make all beauties flow both so, and thus she, minding
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  Speaker 1: love should be placed ever there, gave him this morning
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  Speaker 1: weed to honor all their deaths, who for her bleed
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  Speaker 1: Eight Love born in Greece of late fled from his
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  Speaker 1: native place, forced by a tedious proof that Turkish harden'd
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  Speaker 1: heart is not fit marked to pierce with his fine
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  Speaker 1: pointed dart and pleas'd with our soft peace stay'd here
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  Speaker 1: his flying race, but finding these north climes too coldly
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  Speaker 1: him embrace not used to frozen clips, is stray to
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  Speaker 1: find some part where with most ease and warmth he
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  Speaker 1: might employ his art. At length, he perch'd himself in
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  Speaker 1: Stella's joyful face, whose fair skin beamy eyes like morning
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  Speaker 1: sun on snow. Deceived the quaking boy, who thought, from
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  Speaker 1: so pure light effects of lively heat must needs in
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  Speaker 1: nature grow. But she most fair, most cold, made him,
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  Speaker 1: thence take his flight to my close heart, where while
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  Speaker 1: some firebrands he delay, he burnt, unwares his wings and
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  Speaker 1: cannot fly away. Nine Queen Virtue's court, which some call
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  Speaker 1: Stella's face, prepared by nature's choicest furniture, hath his front
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  Speaker 1: built of alabaster pure gold, is the covering of that
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  Speaker 1: stately place, the door by which sometimes comes forth a
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  Speaker 1: grace red porthries, which lock of pearl makes sure, whose
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  Speaker 1: porches rich, which name of cheeks endure marble mixed red
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  Speaker 1: and white to interlace the windows Now through which this
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  Speaker 1: heavenly guest looks over the world and can find nothing
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  Speaker 1: such which dare claim from those lights the name of
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  Speaker 1: best of touch. They are that without touch to touch,
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  Speaker 1: which cupid self from beauty's mind to draw of touch,
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  Speaker 1: they are, and poor eye am their straw. Ten reason
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  Speaker 1: in faith, thou art well serv'd that still would'st brabbling
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  Speaker 1: be with sense and love in me? I rather wish
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  Speaker 1: thee climb the mus's hill, or reach the fruit of
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  Speaker 1: nature's choicest tree, or seek Heaven's course or heavens inside
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  Speaker 1: to see. Why shouldst thou toil our thorny soil to
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  Speaker 1: till leave sense and those which sense's objects be deal
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  Speaker 1: thou with powers of thoughts, leave love to will. But
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  Speaker 1: thou wouldst needs fight both with love and sense, with
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  Speaker 1: sword of wit, giving wounds of dispraise, till downright blows
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  Speaker 1: did foil thy cunning fence. For soon as they strike
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  Speaker 1: thee with Stella's a phrase, reason, thou kneeldst and offer'dst
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  Speaker 1: straight to prove by reason, good good reason her to love.
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  Speaker 1: Eleven in truth, though love with what a boyish kind,
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  Speaker 1: thou dost proceed in thy most serious ways, that when
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  Speaker 1: the heaven to thee his best displays, Yet of that
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  Speaker 1: best thou leavest the best behind, For like a child
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  Speaker 1: that some fair book doth find with gilded leaves or
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  Speaker 1: color'd vellum plays, or at the most on some fine
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  Speaker 1: picture stays, but never heeds the fruit of writer's mind.
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  Speaker 1: So when thou sawest in nature's cabinet Stella, thou straight
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  Speaker 1: look'st babies in her eyes, in her cheek's pit, thou
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  Speaker 1: didst thy pitfold set, and in her breast bo peep
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  Speaker 1: or couching lies playing and shining in each outward part.
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  Speaker 1: But fool seek'st not to get into her heart. Twelve cupid,
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  Speaker 1: because thou shinest in Stella's eyes, that from her locks
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  Speaker 1: thy day nets none scapes free, that those lips swell
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  Speaker 1: so full of love they be, that her sweet breath
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  Speaker 1: makes off thy flames to rise, That in her breast
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  Speaker 1: thy pap well sugar'd lies, that her grace gracious makes
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  Speaker 1: thy wrongs, That she what word swear, she speak persuades
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  Speaker 1: for thee, that her clear voice lifts thy fame to
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  Speaker 1: the skies. Thou countest Stella, thine like those whose powers,
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  Speaker 1: having got up a breach by fighting, well, cry victory.
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  Speaker 1: This fair day all is ours. Oh No, her heart
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  Speaker 1: is such a citadel, so fortified with wit stor'd with
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  Speaker 1: disdain that to win it is all the skill and pain.
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  Speaker 1: Thirteen Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love, of
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  Speaker 1: those three gods whose arms the fairest were. Jove's golden
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  Speaker 1: shield did eagle, Sables bear, whose talents held young ganimate above.
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  Speaker 1: But in vertfield Mars bear a golden spear, which, through
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  Speaker 1: a bleeding heart his point did shove. Each had his crest.
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  Speaker 1: Mars carried Venus glove, Jove on his helm the thunderbolt
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  Speaker 1: did rear. Cupid then smiles, for on his crest there
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  Speaker 1: lies Stella's fair hair, her face he makes his shield,
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  Speaker 1: where roses jewels are borne. In silver field, Phoebus drew
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  Speaker 1: wide the curtains of the skies to blaze these last,
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  Speaker 1: and swear devoutly. Then the first thus match'd were scantly gentlemen.
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  Speaker 1: Fourteen Alas have I not pain enough my friend, upon
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  Speaker 1: whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire than did on
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  Speaker 1: him who first still down the fire. While Love on
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  Speaker 1: me doth all his quiver spin. But with your rhubarb
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  Speaker 1: words you must contend to grieve me worse in saying
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  Speaker 1: that desire to plunge my well formed soul even in
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  Speaker 1: the mire of sinful thoughts, which do in ruin end.
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  Speaker 1: If that be sin, which doth the manner's frame well
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  Speaker 1: stayed with truth in word and faith of deed, ready
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  Speaker 1: of wit, and fearing nought but shame. If that be sin,
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  Speaker 1: which in fixed hearts doth breed a loathing of all
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  Speaker 1: loose unchastity, then love is sin, and let me sinful
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  Speaker 1: be Fifteen You that do search for every pearling spring
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  Speaker 1: which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, and every
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  Speaker 1: flower not sweet perhaps which grows near thereabouts into your
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  Speaker 1: posy ring e the do Dictionary's method bring into your
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  Speaker 1: rhymes running in rattling rose that poor Petrarch's long deceased
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  Speaker 1: woes with new born sighs and denizened wit do sing
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  Speaker 1: you take wrong ways those far fet helps be such
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  Speaker 1: as to berey a want of inward touch, and sure
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  Speaker 1: at length stolen goods do come to light. But if
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  Speaker 1: both for your love and skill your name, you seek
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  Speaker 1: to nurse at fullest breasts of fame, stella behold and
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  Speaker 1: then begin to indicte sixteen in nature apt to like
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  Speaker 1: when I did see beauties which were of many carrots,
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  Speaker 1: fine my boiling sprites did thither soon incline and love.
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  Speaker 1: I thought that I was full of thee. But finding
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  Speaker 1: not those restless flames in me which others said did
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  Speaker 1: make their souls to pine, I thought those babes of
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  Speaker 1: some pins hurt did wine by my soul, judging what
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  Speaker 1: love's pain might be. But while I thus with this
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  Speaker 1: young lion played mine eyes, shall I say cursed or blest?
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  Speaker 1: Beheld Stella? Now she is named Dean Morbi said in
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  Speaker 1: her sight, I a lesson you have spell'd. I now
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  Speaker 1: have learned love right, and learn'd even so as who,
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  Speaker 1: being poisoner, doth poison know seventeen is mother. Dear Cupid
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  Speaker 1: offended late because that Mars grown slacker in her love.
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  Speaker 1: With prickling shot, he did not thoroughly move to keep
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  Speaker 1: the place of their first loving state. The boy refused
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  Speaker 1: for fear of Mars's hate, who threatened stripes if he
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  Speaker 1: is wrath did prove, But she in chafe him from
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  Speaker 1: her lap, did shove break bow, break shafts, while Cupid,
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  Speaker 1: weeping saint till that his grandame nature, pitying it of
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  Speaker 1: Stella's brows, made him to better pose, and in her
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  Speaker 1: eyes of arrows infinite. Oh, how for joy he leaps,
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  Speaker 1: Oh how he crows and straight therewith like Wag's new
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  Speaker 1: god to play falls to shrewd turns. And I was
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  Speaker 1: in his way eighteen with what sharp checks I in
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  Speaker 1: myself am sent when into reasons audit I to go,
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  Speaker 1: and by just counts myself a bankrut. Know of all
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  Speaker 1: those goods which Heaven to me hath lent, unable quite
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  Speaker 1: to pay, even nature's rent, which undo it by birthright
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  Speaker 1: I do owe, And which is worse. No good excuse
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  Speaker 1: can show but that my wealth I have most idly spent.
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  Speaker 1: My youth doth waste My knowledge brings forth toys, my wit,
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  Speaker 1: doth strive those passions to defend, which for rewards spoil
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  Speaker 1: it with vainer noise. I see my course to lose
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  Speaker 1: myself doth bend? I see, And yet no greater sorrow
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  Speaker 1: take than that I lose, no more for Stella's sake.
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  Speaker 1: Nineteen on Cupid's bow, How are my heart strings bent
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  Speaker 1: that seem my rack, and yet embrace the same. When
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  Speaker 1: most I glory, then I feel most shame. I willing run.
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  Speaker 1: Yet while I run, repent my best wits still their
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  Speaker 1: own disgrace. Invent my very ink turns straight to Stella's name.
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  Speaker 1: And yet my words as them my pen doth frame
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  Speaker 1: advise themselves that they are vainly spent. For though she
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  Speaker 1: pass all things, yet what is all that unto me?
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  Speaker 1: Who fare like him that both looks to the skies
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  Speaker 1: and in a ditch'd a fall. Oh, let me prop
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  Speaker 1: my mind, yet in his growth and not in nature
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  Speaker 1: for best fruits, unfit scholar saith love, bend hitherward your
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  Speaker 1: wit twenty fly, fly, my friends, I am my death wound. Fly.
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  Speaker 1: See there that boy, that murthering boy, I say, who
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  Speaker 1: like a thief hid in dark bush, doth lie till
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  Speaker 1: bloody bullet get him, wrongful prey, so tyrann he no
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  Speaker 1: fitter place could spy, nor so well level in so
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  Speaker 1: secret stay as that sweet black which veils the heavenly eye.
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  Speaker 1: There himself with his shot he close doth lay poor
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  Speaker 1: passenger pass. Now thereby I did and staid pleased with
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  Speaker 1: the prospect of the place, While that black hue from me,
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  Speaker 1: the bad guest hid but straight. I saw motions of
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  Speaker 1: lightning grace, and then descried the glistering of his dart,
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  Speaker 1: but ere I could fly, thence it pierced my heart.
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  Speaker 1: Twenty one You words, my friend right, healthful caustics blame
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  Speaker 1: my young mind, marred whom love doth windless, so that
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  Speaker 1: mine own writings like bad servants, show my wits quick
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  Speaker 1: in vain thoughts in virtue. Lame that Plato I read
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  Speaker 1: for naught. But if he tame such coltish years, that
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  Speaker 1: to my birth I owe nobler desires. Lest else that
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  Speaker 1: friendly foe great expectation were a train of shame. For
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  Speaker 1: since mad March, great promise made of me. If now
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  Speaker 1: the may of my years much decline, what can be hooped?
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  Speaker 1: My harvest time will be sure. You say, well, your
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  Speaker 1: wisdom's golden mind dig deep with learning spade. Now tell
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  Speaker 1: me this hath this world ought so fair as Stella is?
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  Speaker 1: Twenty two In highest way of heaven, the sun did ride,
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  Speaker 1: progressing then from fair Twin's golden place, having no scarf
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  Speaker 1: of clouds before his face, but shining forth of heat
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  Speaker 1: in his chief pride. When some fair ladies, by hard promise,
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  Speaker 1: tied on horseback, met him in his furious race, Yet
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  Speaker 1: each prepared with fans well shading grace from that foe's
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  Speaker 1: wounds their tender skins to hide. Stella alone, with face unarmed,
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  Speaker 1: march'd either to do like him which open shone, or
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  Speaker 1: careless of the wealth, because her own, yet with the
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  Speaker 1: hid and meaner beauties parch'd, her daintiest bare went free.
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  Speaker 1: The cause was this the sun which others burned, did
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  Speaker 1: her but kiss Twenty three The curious wits, seeing dull pensiveness,
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  Speaker 1: beray itself in my long settled eyes. Whence those same
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  Speaker 1: fumes of melancholy rise with idle pains, and miss see
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  Speaker 1: aim to guess some that know how my spring I
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  Speaker 1: did address deem that my muse sum fruit of knowledge
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  Speaker 1: plies others. Because the Prince my service tries think that
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  Speaker 1: I think state errors to redress. But harder judges judge ambitions, rage.
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  Speaker 1: Scourge of itself, still climbing slippery place holds my young
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  Speaker 1: brain captiv'd in golden cage, Oh fools, or overwise alas
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  Speaker 1: the race of all my thoughts hath neither stop nor start,
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  Speaker 1: but only Stella's eyes and Stella's heart Twenty four Rich
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  Speaker 1: fools there be, whose base and filthy heart lies hatching
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  Speaker 1: still the goods wherein they flow, and damning their own
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  Speaker 1: cells to tantel smart wealth, breeding, want more, rich, more
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  Speaker 1: wretched grow. Yet to those fools heaven, such wit doth
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  Speaker 1: impart that what their hands to hold their heads do know,
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  Speaker 1: and knowing love and loving lay apart as sacred things,
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  Speaker 1: far from all dangers show. But that rich fool, who
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  Speaker 1: by blind fortunes lot the richest gem of love and
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  Speaker 1: life and joys, and can with foul abuse such beauties
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  Speaker 1: blot let him depriv'd of sweet but unfelt joys, exil'd
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  Speaker 1: for ay from those high treasures which he knows not
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  Speaker 1: grow in only folly Rich twenty five, the wisest scholar
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  Speaker 1: of the White, most wise by Phoebus doom, with sugar'd sentence,
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  Speaker 1: says that virtue, if it once met with our eyes
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  Speaker 1: strange flames of love, it in our souls would raise.
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  Speaker 1: But for that man with pain, this truth descries while
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  Speaker 1: he each thing in senses balance ways, and so nor
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  Speaker 1: will nor can behold those skies which inward sun to
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  Speaker 1: heroic mind displays virtue of late with virtuous care to
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  Speaker 1: stir love of herself took Stella's shape, that sheet immortal
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  Speaker 1: eyes might sweetly shine in her it is most true.
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  Speaker 1: For since I heard it sea Virtue's great beauty in
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  Speaker 1: that face, I prove and find the effect. For I
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  Speaker 1: do burn in love twenty six. Though dusty wits dare
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  Speaker 1: scorn astrology, and fools can think those lamps of purest light,
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  Speaker 1: whose numbers ways greatness, eternity, promising wonders wonder to invite
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  Speaker 1: to have for no cause birthright in the sky, but
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  Speaker 1: for to spangle the black weeds of night, or for
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  Speaker 1: some brawl which in that chamber high they should still
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  Speaker 1: dance to please a gazer's sight. For me, I do
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  Speaker 1: nature unidle know, and no great causes great effects, procure
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  Speaker 1: and know those bodies high rain on the low. And
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  Speaker 1: if these rules did fail, proof makes me sure who
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  Speaker 1: oft for judge my after following race by only those
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  Speaker 1: two stars in Stella's face twenty seven Because I oft,
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  Speaker 1: in dark, abstracted guise, seem most alone in greatest company,
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  Speaker 1: with dearth of words or answers. Quite awry to them
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  Speaker 1: that would make speech of speech arise, they deem, and
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  Speaker 1: of their doom the rumor flies that poisoned fowl of
• 24:43
  Speaker 1: bubbling pride doth lie so in my swelling breast that
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  Speaker 1: only I fall on myself and others to despise. Yet pride,
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  Speaker 1: I think, doth not my soul possess, which looks too
• 24:56
  Speaker 1: oft in his unflattering glass. But when worse fault am ambition,
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  Speaker 1: I confess that makes me off my best friends, overpass
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  Speaker 1: unseen unheard, while thought to highest place bends all his powers,
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  Speaker 1: even unto Stella's grace twenty eight. You that, with Allegori's
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  Speaker 1: curious frame of others, children changelings used to make with
• 25:24
  Speaker 1: me those pains, for God's sake do not take. I
• 25:27
  Speaker 1: must not dig so deep for brazen fame. When I
• 25:31
  Speaker 1: say Stella, I do mean the same princess of beauty,
• 25:35
  Speaker 1: for whose only sake the reigns of love I love,
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  Speaker 1: though never slake and joy therein, though nations count it shame,
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  Speaker 1: I beg no subject to use eloquence, nor in hid
• 25:46
  Speaker 1: ways do guide philosophy. Look at my hands for no
• 25:50
  Speaker 1: such quintescence. But know that I, in pure simplicity breathe
• 25:54
  Speaker 1: out the flames which burn within my heart, love only
• 25:58
  Speaker 1: reading unto me this art twenty nine. Like some weak
• 26:05
  Speaker 1: lords neighbor'd by mighty kings to keep themselves and their
• 26:09
  Speaker 1: chief cities free do easily yield, that all their coasts
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  Speaker 1: may be ready to store their camps of needful things.
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  Speaker 1: So Stella's heart, finding what power love brings to keep
• 26:20
  Speaker 1: itself in life and liberty, doth willing grant that in
• 26:23
  Speaker 1: the frontiers he use all to help his other conquerings.
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  Speaker 1: And thus her heart escapes. But thus her eyes serve
• 26:32
  Speaker 1: him with shot, her lips, his heralds are her breasts,
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  Speaker 1: his tents, legs, his triumphal car, her flesh, his food,
• 26:39
  Speaker 1: her skin, his armor brave. And I but for because
• 26:43
  Speaker 1: my prospect lies upon that coast, and given up for
• 26:47
  Speaker 1: a slave thirty Whether the Turkish new Moon minded be
• 26:55
  Speaker 1: to fill his horns this year on Christian coast, How
• 26:59
  Speaker 1: Pole's right king means without leave of host to warm
• 27:03
  Speaker 1: with ill made fire cold Muscovy. If French can yet
• 27:07
  Speaker 1: three parts in one agree, what now the Dutch, in
• 27:11
  Speaker 1: their full diets boast, how holland hearts now so good
• 27:16
  Speaker 1: towns be lost trust in the shade of pleasing orange tree,
• 27:21
  Speaker 1: How ulster likes of that same golden bit were with
• 27:24
  Speaker 1: my father once made it half tame. If in the
• 27:27
  Speaker 1: Scotch court be no weltering Yet these questions busy wits
• 27:32
  Speaker 1: to me to frame, I, cumbered with good manners, answered to,
• 27:38
  Speaker 1: but know not how for still I think of you.
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  Speaker 1: End of Sonnets one through thirty Section two of Astrophel
• 27:55
  Speaker 1: and Stella by Sir Philip Sidney. This libervox according is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Read by Thomas Copeland, Poems thirty
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  Speaker 1: one to sixty thirty one. With how sad steps, O Moon,
• 28:09
  Speaker 1: thou climb'st the skies, how silently, and with how wan
• 28:13
  Speaker 1: a face? What may it be that, even in a
• 28:18
  Speaker 1: heavenly place, that busy archer, his sharp arrows, tries sure
• 28:23
  Speaker 1: if that long with love acquainted eyes can judge of love?
• 28:26
  Speaker 1: Thou feel'st a lover's case. I read it in thy looks,
• 28:31
  Speaker 1: thy languish'd grace to me that feel the like thy
• 28:35
  Speaker 1: state descries.
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  Speaker 2: Then even a fellowship, O Moon tell me, is constant
• 28:42
  Speaker 2: love deemed there? But want of wit a beauties there
• 28:46
  Speaker 2: as proud as here they be?
• 28:48
  Speaker 1: Do they above love to be loved? And yet those
• 28:51
  Speaker 1: lovers scorn whom thou love doth possess? Do they call
• 28:57
  Speaker 1: virtue there? And gratefulness? Thirty two Morpheus, the Lively son
• 29:08
  Speaker 1: of deadly sleep, witness of life to them that living
• 29:12
  Speaker 1: die a prophet oft and oft an histery, a poety
• 29:16
  Speaker 1: as humors fly or creep. Since thou in me so
• 29:20
  Speaker 1: sure a power dost keep that Never I with clos'd
• 29:23
  Speaker 1: up sense to lie. But by thy work, my Stella,
• 29:26
  Speaker 1: I descry teaching blind eyes both how to smile and weep,
• 29:32
  Speaker 1: vouchsafe of all acquaintance. This to tell. Whence hast thou
• 29:37
  Speaker 1: ivory rubies, pearl and gold, to show her skin, lips, teeth,
• 29:43
  Speaker 1: and head so well fool answers he no hnes such
• 29:49
  Speaker 1: treasures hold but from thy heart. While my sire charmeth
• 29:53
  Speaker 1: thee sweet Stella's image I to steal to me thirty
• 30:01
  Speaker 1: three I might unhappy word O me, I might, and
• 30:08
  Speaker 1: then would not nor could not see my bliss, till
• 30:12
  Speaker 1: now rap'd in a most infernal night I find how
• 30:16
  Speaker 1: heavenly day wretch I did miss heart rent thyself. Thou
• 30:23
  Speaker 1: dost thyself, but aright, No lovely paris made thy helen
• 30:27
  Speaker 1: his no force, no fraud rob thee of thy delight,
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  Speaker 1: nor fortune of thy fortune author is. But to myself
• 30:36
  Speaker 1: myself did give the blow, while too much wit forsooth,
• 30:40
  Speaker 1: so troubl'd me that I respects for both our sakes
• 30:44
  Speaker 1: must show, and yet could not by rising morn for
• 30:49
  Speaker 1: see how fair a day was near? Oh, punish'd eyes,
• 30:54
  Speaker 1: that I had been more foolish or more wise? Thirty four,
• 31:02
  Speaker 1: Come let me write? And to what end to ease
• 31:07
  Speaker 1: a burthen'd heart? How can words ease? Which are the
• 31:10
  Speaker 1: glasses of thy daily vexing, care oft cruel fights? Well? Pictured?
• 31:15
  Speaker 1: Forth to please art not ashamed to publish thy disease, Nay,
• 31:21
  Speaker 1: that may breed my fame? It is so rare. But
• 31:24
  Speaker 1: will not wise men think thy words fond? Where then
• 31:29
  Speaker 1: be they close? And so none shall displease? What idler
• 31:34
  Speaker 1: thing than speak and not be hard? What harder thing
• 31:37
  Speaker 1: than smarter? And not to speak peace? Foolish wit? With wit?
• 31:42
  Speaker 1: My wit is marred. Thus write I, while I doubt
• 31:45
  Speaker 1: to write, and wreak my harms on Ink's poor loss.
• 31:50
  Speaker 1: Perhaps some fine Stella's great powers that so confuse my mind?
• 31:58
  Speaker 1: Thirty five? What may words say? Or what may words
• 32:02
  Speaker 1: not say? Where truth itself must speak like flattery? Within
• 32:07
  Speaker 1: what bounds can one is liking? Stay? Where nature doth
• 32:12
  Speaker 1: with infinite degree? What nestor's counsel, can my flames allay,
• 32:16
  Speaker 1: since reasons self doth blow the coal in me? And ah,
• 32:20
  Speaker 1: what hope that hope should once see day where cupid
• 32:24
  Speaker 1: is sworn page to chastity, honor is honor'd that thou
• 32:30
  Speaker 1: dost possess him as thy slave, And now long needy
• 32:34
  Speaker 1: fame doth even grow rich. Naming Ma Stella's name, wit
• 32:39
  Speaker 1: learns in THEE perfection to express not thou by praise,
• 32:44
  Speaker 1: but praise in THEE is raised. It is a praise
• 32:47
  Speaker 1: to praise when thou art praised thirty six Stella. Whence
• 32:56
  Speaker 1: doth this new assault arise a conquer'd yolden rants act
• 33:00
  Speaker 1: art to win, where too long since through my long
• 33:03
  Speaker 1: battered eyes, whole armies of thy beauties enter'd in, and
• 33:07
  Speaker 1: there long since love thy lieutenant lies, my forces rais'd,
• 33:12
  Speaker 1: thy banners rais'd within of conquest. Do not these effects suffice,
• 33:17
  Speaker 1: but wilt now war upon thine own. Begin with so
• 33:21
  Speaker 1: sweet voice, and by sweet nature, so in sweet a strength,
• 33:26
  Speaker 1: so sweetly skill'd with all in all, sweet Stratagem's sweet
• 33:31
  Speaker 1: art can show that not my soul, which at thy
• 33:34
  Speaker 1: foot did fall long since forc'd by thy beams, but
• 33:38
  Speaker 1: stone nor tree by senses privilege can escape from thee.
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  Speaker 1: Thirty seven. My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell,
• 33:50
  Speaker 1: my tongue doth itch my thoughts in labor. Be Listen, then,
• 33:53
  Speaker 1: lordings with good ear to me, for of my life
• 33:56
  Speaker 1: I must a riddle tell toward Aurora's or a nymph
• 34:00
  Speaker 1: doth dwell. Rich in all beauties which mens eye can see,
• 34:04
  Speaker 1: beauties so far from rich o words that we abase
• 34:07
  Speaker 1: her praise, saying she doth excel, rich in the treasure
• 34:12
  Speaker 1: of desert renown, rich in the riches of a royal heart,
• 34:17
  Speaker 1: rich in those gifts which give the eternal crown. Who,
• 34:20
  Speaker 1: though most rich in these and every part which make
• 34:23
  Speaker 1: the patents of true worldly bliss, hath no misfortune but
• 34:27
  Speaker 1: that rich she is. Thirty eight this night, while sleep
• 34:36
  Speaker 1: begins with heavy wings to hatch mine eyes, and that
• 34:40
  Speaker 1: unbitted thought doth fall to stray, and my chief powers
• 34:44
  Speaker 1: are brought to leave the scepter of all subject things.
• 34:48
  Speaker 1: The first that strait my fancy's error brings under my
• 34:52
  Speaker 1: mind is Stella's image, wrought by Love's own self, but
• 34:57
  Speaker 1: with so curious draft that she methinks not only shines
• 35:00
  Speaker 1: but sings. I start look hark, but what inclos'd up
• 35:06
  Speaker 1: sense was held in open sense? It flies away, leaving
• 35:10
  Speaker 1: me not but wailing eloquence. I, seeing better sights in
• 35:15
  Speaker 1: sights decay, call'd it anew, and would sleep again, but
• 35:20
  Speaker 1: him her host, that unkind guest had slain thirty nine.
• 35:28
  Speaker 1: Come sleep, Oh sleep, the certain knot of peace, the
• 35:34
  Speaker 1: baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, the poor
• 35:38
  Speaker 1: man's wealth, the prisoner's release, the indifferent judge between the
• 35:42
  Speaker 1: high and low. With shield of proof, shield me from
• 35:46
  Speaker 1: out the press of those fierce darts to spare at me,
• 35:49
  Speaker 1: to throw, Oh, make in me those civil wars to cease.
• 35:55
  Speaker 1: I will good tribute pay if thou do so. Take
• 35:58
  Speaker 1: thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, a chamber, deaf
• 36:03
  Speaker 1: to noise and blind to light, a rosy garland, and
• 36:07
  Speaker 1: a weary head. And if these things as being thine
• 36:12
  Speaker 1: by right, move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in
• 36:16
  Speaker 1: me livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see forty as good
• 36:24
  Speaker 1: to right as for to lie and groan, O Stella, dear,
• 36:31
  Speaker 1: how much thy power hath wrought that hast my mind
• 36:34
  Speaker 1: none of the basest brought My still kept coarse while
• 36:38
  Speaker 1: others sleep to moan. Alas if from the height of
• 36:43
  Speaker 1: virtues thrown, thou canst vouchsafe the influence of a thought
• 36:47
  Speaker 1: upon a wretch that long thy grace hath sought. Way,
• 36:51
  Speaker 1: then how I, by thee am overthrown? And then think thus,
• 36:56
  Speaker 1: although thy beauty be made manifest by such a victory,
• 37:00
  Speaker 1: yet noblest conquerors do w rexs avoid, Since then thou
• 37:05
  Speaker 1: hast so far subdued me that in my heart I
• 37:08
  Speaker 1: offer still to thee. Oh, do not let thy temple
• 37:11
  Speaker 1: be destroy'd forty one, Having this day my horse, my hand,
• 37:20
  Speaker 1: my lance guided so well that I obtain'd the prize,
• 37:24
  Speaker 1: both by the judgment of the English eyes and of
• 37:27
  Speaker 1: some scent from that sweet enemy France horsemen. My skill
• 37:31
  Speaker 1: in horsemanship advance town folks my strength. A daintier judge
• 37:36
  Speaker 1: applies his praise to slight from which good use doth
• 37:39
  Speaker 1: rise some lucky wits imputed, but a chance others. Because
• 37:45
  Speaker 1: of both sides, I do take my blood from them
• 37:47
  Speaker 1: who did excel in this think nature Me a man
• 37:51
  Speaker 1: of arms, did make how far they shot awry the
• 37:55
  Speaker 1: true causes Stella look'd on, and from her heavenly face
• 38:00
  Speaker 1: send forth the beams which made so fair my race.
• 38:06
  Speaker 1: Forty two O eyes, which do the spheres of beauty move?
• 38:12
  Speaker 1: Whose beams be joys, Whose joys all virtues be who
• 38:17
  Speaker 1: while they make love conquer, conquer love the schools where
• 38:21
  Speaker 1: Venus hath learn'd chastity, O eyes where humble looks most glorious,
• 38:28
  Speaker 1: prove only loved tyrants just in cruelty. Do not, oh,
• 38:33
  Speaker 1: do not from poor me remove, Keep still my zenith,
• 38:38
  Speaker 1: ever shine on me, for though I never see them,
• 38:41
  Speaker 1: but straightways my life forgets to nourish languish'd sprites. Yet
• 38:47
  Speaker 1: still on me, O eyes, dart down your rays, and
• 38:51
  Speaker 1: if from majesty of sacred lights suppressing mortal sense, my
• 38:55
  Speaker 1: death proceed wrax triumphs be which love I set doth breed.
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  Speaker 1: Forty three fair eyes, Sweet lips, dear heart, that foolish
• 39:10
  Speaker 1: eye could hope, by Cupid's help on you to pray,
• 39:14
  Speaker 1: since to himself he doth your gift supply as his
• 39:17
  Speaker 1: main force, choice, sport, and easeful stay, for when he
• 39:22
  Speaker 1: will see who dare him gainsay. Then with those eyes
• 39:25
  Speaker 1: he looks lo by, and by each soul doth at
• 39:29
  Speaker 1: love's feet his weapons lay glad if for her he
• 39:33
  Speaker 1: give them leave to die when he will play. Then
• 39:37
  Speaker 1: in her lips he is where blushing red that love's
• 39:40
  Speaker 1: self them doth love. With either lip, he doth the
• 39:43
  Speaker 1: other kiss. But when he will, for quiet sake, remove
• 39:47
  Speaker 1: from all the world. Her heart is then his roam,
• 39:51
  Speaker 1: where well he knows, no man to him can come.
• 39:56
  Speaker 1: Forty four my words I know, do well set forth
• 40:00
  Speaker 1: my mind. My mind bemoans his sense of inward smart.
• 40:05
  Speaker 1: Such smart may pity claim of any heart. Her heart,
• 40:08
  Speaker 1: sweet heart, is of no tiger's kind. And yet she
• 40:13
  Speaker 1: hears and get no pity. I find, but more I
• 40:16
  Speaker 1: cry less grace. She leth impart alas what cause is
• 40:21
  Speaker 1: there so overthwart that nobleness itself makes thus unkind? I
• 40:26
  Speaker 1: much do guess, yet find no truth save this that
• 40:31
  Speaker 1: when the breath of my complaints doth touch those dainty
• 40:34
  Speaker 1: doors under the court of bliss. The heavenly nature of
• 40:37
  Speaker 1: that place is such that once come there, the sobs
• 40:41
  Speaker 1: of mine a nooise are metamorphosed straight to tunes of joys.
• 40:48
  Speaker 1: Forty five, Stella Oft sees the very face of woe
• 40:52
  Speaker 1: painted in my beclouded, stormy face, but cannot skill to
• 40:56
  Speaker 1: pity my disgrace, not though there of the cause her
• 41:00
  Speaker 1: self she know yet hearing late a fable which did
• 41:04
  Speaker 1: show of lovers never known a grievous case. Pity thereof
• 41:08
  Speaker 1: gait in her breast, such place that from that sea
• 41:11
  Speaker 1: deriv'd tears spring did flow, alas if fancy drawn by
• 41:17
  Speaker 1: imaged things, though false, yet with free scope, more grace
• 41:22
  Speaker 1: doth breed than servants rack where new doubts honor brings.
• 41:26
  Speaker 1: Then think, my dear, that you and me do read
• 41:29
  Speaker 1: of lover's ruin some sad tragedy. I am not I
• 41:34
  Speaker 1: pity the tale of me forty six I curse thee oft.
• 41:41
  Speaker 1: I pity now thy case blind hitting boy. Since she
• 41:45
  Speaker 1: that THEE and me rules with a beck, so tyrannizeth
• 41:49
  Speaker 1: THEE that thou must want or food or dwelling place,
• 41:53
  Speaker 1: For she protests to banish thee her face, her face,
• 41:58
  Speaker 1: O love horogue, Thou then shouldst be if love learn
• 42:03
  Speaker 1: not alone to love and see without desire to feed
• 42:06
  Speaker 1: of further grace, alas poor wagg that now a scholar
• 42:11
  Speaker 1: art to such a schoolmistress whose lessons knew thou needs
• 42:14
  Speaker 1: must miss, and so thou needs must smart. Yet dear,
• 42:20
  Speaker 1: let me his pardon get of you, so long though
• 42:24
  Speaker 1: he from book mitch to desire, till without fuel you
• 42:28
  Speaker 1: can make hot fire. Forty seven? What have I thus
• 42:36
  Speaker 1: betrayed my liberty? Can those black beams such burning marks
• 42:40
  Speaker 1: and grave in my free side? Or am I born
• 42:43
  Speaker 1: a slave whose neck becomes such yoke of tyranny? Or
• 42:47
  Speaker 1: what I sense to feel my misery? Or sprite disdain
• 42:50
  Speaker 1: of such disdain to have? Who?
• 42:53
  Speaker 2: For long?
• 42:53
  Speaker 1: Faith? Though daily help I crave, may get no alms
• 42:57
  Speaker 1: but scorn of beggary virtue. Awake beauty, But beauty is
• 43:03
  Speaker 1: I may, I must, I can, I will I do
• 43:07
  Speaker 1: leave following that which it is gained to miss. Let
• 43:10
  Speaker 1: her go soft, but here she comes go too unkind
• 43:16
  Speaker 1: I love you, not o me that I doth make
• 43:21
  Speaker 1: my heart give to my tongue the lie forty eight
• 43:28
  Speaker 1: soul's joy men, not those morning stars from me? Where
• 43:33
  Speaker 1: virtue is made strong by beauty's might, Where love is chasteness,
• 43:38
  Speaker 1: pain hath learn'd delight and humbleness grows one with majesty,
• 43:43
  Speaker 1: whatever may ensue. O, let me be co partner of
• 43:46
  Speaker 1: the riches of that sight. Let not mine eyes be
• 43:49
  Speaker 1: held driven from that light. Oh look, oh shine, Oh,
• 43:54
  Speaker 1: let me die and see, for though I oft myself
• 43:57
  Speaker 1: of them, bemoan that through my heart there be me
• 44:00
  Speaker 1: darts be gone, whose cureless wounds even now most freshly bleed.
• 44:04
  Speaker 1: Yet since my death wound is already got. Dear kill her,
• 44:09
  Speaker 1: spare not thy sweet cruel shot. A kind of grace
• 44:13
  Speaker 1: it is to slay with speed. Forty nine I on
• 44:21
  Speaker 1: my horse, and love on me. Doth try our horsemanships,
• 44:25
  Speaker 1: while by strange work I prove a horseman to my horse,
• 44:29
  Speaker 1: a horse to love. And now man's wrongs in me
• 44:33
  Speaker 1: boor beast descrive the rain. Wherewith my rider doth me
• 44:37
  Speaker 1: tire humble thoughts, which bit of reverence move curb'd in
• 44:42
  Speaker 1: with fear, but with guilt boss above of hope, which
• 44:46
  Speaker 1: makes it seem fair to the eye. The wand is
• 44:50
  Speaker 1: will thou fancy saddle art girt fast by memory, And
• 44:55
  Speaker 1: while I spur my horse, he spurs with sharp desire
• 44:59
  Speaker 1: my heart art he sits me fast. However I do
• 45:03
  Speaker 1: stir and now hath made me to his hand so
• 45:06
  Speaker 1: right that in the manage myself takes to light fifty Stella.
• 45:14
  Speaker 1: The fullness of my thoughts of thee cannot be stay'd
• 45:17
  Speaker 1: within my panting breast, But they do swell and struggle
• 45:21
  Speaker 1: forth of me, till that in words thy figure be express'd.
• 45:26
  Speaker 1: And yet as soon as they so form it be
• 45:29
  Speaker 1: according to my Lord Love's own behest with sad eyes
• 45:33
  Speaker 1: iy their weak proportion, see to portrait that which in
• 45:36
  Speaker 1: this world is best, So that I cannot choose but
• 45:39
  Speaker 1: write my mind, and cannot choose but put out what
• 45:43
  Speaker 1: I write, while these poor babes their death in birth
• 45:47
  Speaker 1: do find. And now my pen these lines had dashed quite,
• 45:52
  Speaker 1: but that they stopp'd his fury from the same, because
• 45:55
  Speaker 1: their forefront bear sweet Stella's name fifty one pardon mine
• 46:03
  Speaker 1: ears both I and they do pray. So may your
• 46:06
  Speaker 1: tongues still fluently proceed to them that do such entertainment need.
• 46:11
  Speaker 1: So may you still have somewhat new to say on
• 46:14
  Speaker 1: silly me. Do not the burthen lay of all the
• 46:17
  Speaker 1: grave conceits your brain doth breed, but find some hercules
• 46:21
  Speaker 1: to bear instead of Atlas tired your wisdoms heavenly sway
• 46:27
  Speaker 1: for me, while you discourse of courtly tides, of cunning
• 46:32
  Speaker 1: fissures in most troubled streams, of straying waves, when valiant
• 46:37
  Speaker 1: error guides Meanwhile, my heart confers with Stella's beams, and
• 46:43
  Speaker 1: is even irkt that so sweet comedy by such unsuited
• 46:47
  Speaker 1: speech should hinder it be Fifty two A strife is
• 46:55
  Speaker 1: grown between virtue and love. While each pretends that Stella
• 46:59
  Speaker 1: must be his, her eyes, her lips, her all seth
• 47:03
  Speaker 1: love do this, since they do wear his badge most
• 47:06
  Speaker 1: firmly prove, But virtue, thus that title doth disprove that Stella,
• 47:13
  Speaker 1: oh dear name, that Stella is that virtuous soul, sure
• 47:18
  Speaker 1: air of heavenly bliss, not this fair outside which our
• 47:22
  Speaker 1: hearts doth move. And therefore, though her beauty and her
• 47:26
  Speaker 1: grace beloves indeed in Stella's self, he may by no
• 47:31
  Speaker 1: pretense claim any manner place well, love, since this demur
• 47:36
  Speaker 1: our suit doth stay. Let virtue have that Stella's self.
• 47:41
  Speaker 1: Yet thus that virtue, but that body grant to us.
• 47:49
  Speaker 1: Fifty three. In martial sports, I had my cunning tried,
• 47:53
  Speaker 1: and yet to break more staves did me address while
• 47:57
  Speaker 1: with the people's shouts, I must confess you luck and praise,
• 48:01
  Speaker 1: even fill'd my veins with pride. When Cupid, having me
• 48:06
  Speaker 1: his slave, descried in Mars's livery prancing in the press,
• 48:11
  Speaker 1: what now, so fool said he I would no less
• 48:15
  Speaker 1: look here, I say, I look'd and Stella spied who
• 48:20
  Speaker 1: heart by made a window send forth light. My heart
• 48:25
  Speaker 1: then quaked, then dazzled were mine eyes one hand forgat
• 48:28
  Speaker 1: to rule, tho other to fight, Nor trumpets sound I heard,
• 48:32
  Speaker 1: nor friendly cries. My foe came on and beat the
• 48:36
  Speaker 1: air for me, till that her blush taught me my
• 48:40
  Speaker 1: shame to see fifty four because I breathed not love
• 48:47
  Speaker 1: to every one, Nor do not use set colors for
• 48:50
  Speaker 1: to wear, nor nourish special locks of vowed hair, nor
• 48:55
  Speaker 1: give each speech a full point of a groan. The
• 48:59
  Speaker 1: courtly nymphs acquainted with the moan of them who in
• 49:01
  Speaker 1: their lips love standard bear what he say they of me.
• 49:08
  Speaker 1: Now I dare swear he cannot love no, no, let
• 49:13
  Speaker 1: him alone and think so still so Stella, no my
• 49:17
  Speaker 1: mind profess. Indeed I do not Cupid's art, But you
• 49:22
  Speaker 1: fair maids at length, this true shall find that his
• 49:26
  Speaker 1: right badge is but worn in the heart. Dumb swans,
• 49:30
  Speaker 1: not chattering pies. Do lovers prove they love? Indeed? Who
• 49:35
  Speaker 1: quake to say they love? Fifty five muses, I oft
• 49:43
  Speaker 1: invoked your holy aid with choicest flowers, my speech tu
• 49:47
  Speaker 1: ngardan so that it despis'd in true but naked show
• 49:52
  Speaker 1: might win some grace in your sweet grace, arrayed and
• 49:56
  Speaker 1: oft whole troops of saddest words. I stay'd driving abroad,
• 50:00
  Speaker 1: a foraging to go until by your inspiring I might
• 50:04
  Speaker 1: know how their black banner might be best displayed. But
• 50:08
  Speaker 1: now I mean no more your help to try, nor
• 50:11
  Speaker 1: other sugaring of my speech to prove, but on her
• 50:15
  Speaker 1: name incessantly to cry for Let me but name her
• 50:18
  Speaker 1: whom I do love so sweet sounds straight mine ear
• 50:22
  Speaker 1: and heart? Do it that I well find no eloquence
• 50:26
  Speaker 1: like it? Fifty six FI School of Patience, Fie, Your
• 50:34
  Speaker 1: lesson is far far too long to learn it without book.
• 50:38
  Speaker 1: What a whole week without one piece of look and think?
• 50:41
  Speaker 1: I should not your large precepts miss when I might
• 50:45
  Speaker 1: read those letters fair of bliss, which in her face
• 50:47
  Speaker 1: teach virtue I could brook somewhat thy leaden counsels, which
• 50:52
  Speaker 1: I took as of a friend that meant not much amiss.
• 50:56
  Speaker 1: But now that I alas do want her sight, dost
• 51:00
  Speaker 1: thou think that I can ever take in thy cold
• 51:03
  Speaker 1: stuff a phlegmatic delight, no patience. If thou wilt my good,
• 51:08
  Speaker 1: then make her comment here with patience my desire, and
• 51:12
  Speaker 1: then with patience, bid me bear my fire. Fifty seven. Woe,
• 51:20
  Speaker 1: having made with many fights his own, each sense of mine,
• 51:24
  Speaker 1: each gift, each power of mind, grown now his slaves,
• 51:28
  Speaker 1: he forced them out to find the thoroughest words fit
• 51:32
  Speaker 1: for Woe's self to groan, hoping that when they might
• 51:35
  Speaker 1: find Stella alone, before she could prepare to be unkind,
• 51:39
  Speaker 1: her soul armed but with such a dainty rind, should
• 51:43
  Speaker 1: soon be pierced with sharpness of the moan. She heard
• 51:46
  Speaker 1: my plaints, and did not only hear, but them so
• 51:49
  Speaker 1: sweet as she most sweetly sing, with that fair breast,
• 51:53
  Speaker 1: making Woe's darkness clear. A pretty case I hoped her
• 51:59
  Speaker 1: to bring to my griefs, and she, with face and voice,
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  Speaker 1: so sweet's my pains, that my pains me rejoice. Fifty
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  Speaker 1: eight Adult there hath been when with his golden chain
• 52:14
  Speaker 1: the orators so far men's hearts doth bind that no
• 52:18
  Speaker 1: pace else their guided steps confined. But as he then
• 52:22
  Speaker 1: more shorter slack doth reign, whether with words this sovereignty
• 52:27
  Speaker 1: he gain clothed with fine tropes, with strongest reasons mind,
• 52:31
  Speaker 1: or else pronouncing grace, where with his mind prints his
• 52:35
  Speaker 1: own lively form in rudest brain. Now judge by this
• 52:40
  Speaker 1: in piercing phrases, late the anatomy of all my woes,
• 52:44
  Speaker 1: I rate Stella's sweet breath the same to me, did read,
• 52:49
  Speaker 1: oh voice, oh face, mowgre my speeches might which woo
• 52:54
  Speaker 1: it woe, most ravishing delight, even those sad words, even
• 52:59
  Speaker 1: in said me did breed fifty nine? Dear, why make
• 53:07
  Speaker 1: you more of a dog than me? If he do love,
• 53:11
  Speaker 1: I burn, I burn in love. If he wait well,
• 53:14
  Speaker 1: I never thence would move if he be fair. Yet,
• 53:18
  Speaker 1: but a dog can be little. He is so little
• 53:22
  Speaker 1: worth is he? He barks my song's thine own voice
• 53:27
  Speaker 1: oft doth prove bidden. Perhaps he fetcheth thee a glove.
• 53:31
  Speaker 1: But I unbid fetch even my soul to thee. Yet
• 53:35
  Speaker 1: while I languish him that bosom clips that lap doth
• 53:39
  Speaker 1: lap nay let's in spite of spite this sour breath,
• 53:43
  Speaker 1: make taste of those sugared lips alas if you grant
• 53:47
  Speaker 1: only such delight to witless things, then love, I hope,
• 53:52
  Speaker 1: since wit becomes a clog, will soon ease me of it.
• 53:58
  Speaker 1: Sixty When my good angel guides me to the place
• 54:02
  Speaker 1: where all my good I do instell a sea, that
• 54:06
  Speaker 1: heaven of joy's throws only down on me, thunder'd disdains
• 54:10
  Speaker 1: and lightnings of disgrace. But when the rugged step of
• 54:15
  Speaker 1: fortune's race makes me fall from her sight, then sweetly
• 54:19
  Speaker 1: she with words wherein the muser's treasures be shows love
• 54:23
  Speaker 1: and pity to my absent case. Now I wit beaten
• 54:28
  Speaker 1: long by hardest fate, so dull am that I cannot
• 54:32
  Speaker 1: look into the ground of this fierce love and lovely hate.
• 54:36
  Speaker 1: Then some good body tell me how I do whose
• 54:40
  Speaker 1: presence absence absence presence is bliss in my curse, and
• 54:45
  Speaker 1: cursed in my bliss. End of Poems thirty one through sixty,
• 54:59
  Speaker 1: Section three of Astrophel and Stella by Sir Philip Sidney.
• 55:03
  Speaker 1: This LibriVox according is in the public domain read by
• 55:07
  Speaker 1: Thomas Copeland poem sixty one to eighty four, sixty one
• 55:15
  Speaker 1: oft with true sighs of with uncallared tears, now with
• 55:20
  Speaker 1: slow words, now with dumb eloquence, is Stella's eyes assayed,
• 55:25
  Speaker 1: invaded her ears. But this at last is her sweet
• 55:28
  Speaker 1: breath defense that who, indeed, in felt affection, bears so
• 55:34
  Speaker 1: captives to his saint, both soul and sense, that wholly
• 55:38
  Speaker 1: hers all selfness he forbears, then his desires, he learns
• 55:44
  Speaker 1: his life's course. Thence now, since her chaste mind hates
• 55:50
  Speaker 1: this love in me, with chasten'd mind, I straight must
• 55:54
  Speaker 1: show that she shall quickly me from what she hates. Remove, Oh,
• 55:58
  Speaker 1: doctor Cupid, thou for me reply, driven else to grant
• 56:04
  Speaker 1: by angels sophistry, that I love not without a leave
• 56:08
  Speaker 1: to love sixty two. Late, tired with woe, even ready
• 56:16
  Speaker 1: for to pine with rage of love, I call'd my
• 56:18
  Speaker 1: love unkind, She in whose eyes love, though one felt
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  Speaker 1: doth shine sweet, said that I true love in her
• 56:25
  Speaker 1: should find I joy'd but straight. Thus water'd was my wine.
• 56:31
  Speaker 1: That love she did but loved, a love not blind,
• 56:34
  Speaker 1: which would not let me whom she lov'd decline from
• 56:37
  Speaker 1: nobler course fit for my birth and mind. And therefore
• 56:41
  Speaker 1: by her love's authority will'd me these tempests of vain
• 56:45
  Speaker 1: love to fly and anchor fast myself on virtue's shore.
• 56:51
  Speaker 1: Alas if this the only metal be of love, new
• 56:54
  Speaker 1: coin'd to help my beggary dear love me, not that
• 56:58
  Speaker 1: ye may love me more. Sixty three O Grammar rules, O,
• 57:06
  Speaker 1: now your virtues show so children still read you with
• 57:10
  Speaker 1: awful eyes, as my young dove may in your precepts
• 57:14
  Speaker 1: wise her grant to me by her own virtue.
• 57:17
  Speaker 2: No.
• 57:19
  Speaker 1: For late, with heart most high, with eyes most low,
• 57:23
  Speaker 1: I craved the thing whichever she denies. She lightning love,
• 57:28
  Speaker 1: displaying venus skies lest once should not be heard. Twice
• 57:32
  Speaker 1: said no, no sing, then my muse, now I O
• 57:39
  Speaker 1: peon sing heav'ns envy not at my high triumphing. But
• 57:44
  Speaker 1: Grammar's force with sweet success confirm. For Grammar says, O this,
• 57:49
  Speaker 1: dear Stella say for Grammar says to Grammar, who says,
• 57:54
  Speaker 1: nay that in one speech two negatives affirm sixty four
• 58:03
  Speaker 1: No more, my dear, No more these counsels try O
• 58:07
  Speaker 1: give my passions leave to run their race. Let fortune
• 58:11
  Speaker 1: lay on me her worst disgrace. Let folk o'er charg'd
• 58:15
  Speaker 1: with brain against me, cry Let clouds bedim my face,
• 58:20
  Speaker 1: break in mine eye. Let me no steps but of
• 58:24
  Speaker 1: lost labor trace, Let all the earth with scorn recount
• 58:28
  Speaker 1: my case. But do not will me from my love
• 58:32
  Speaker 1: to fly. I do not envy Aristotle's wit, nor do
• 58:36
  Speaker 1: aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame, nor aught to care though
• 58:41
  Speaker 1: some above me sit, nor hope, nor wish another course
• 58:45
  Speaker 1: to frame, but that which once may win thy cruel heart.
• 58:50
  Speaker 1: Thou art my wit, and thou my virtue Art sixty
• 58:56
  Speaker 1: five love. By sure proof, I may call THEE unkind,
• 59:02
  Speaker 1: that gives no better ear to my just cries thou,
• 59:05
  Speaker 1: whom to me, such my good turn should bind, as
• 59:09
  Speaker 1: I may well recount, but none comprise. For when naked boy,
• 59:13
  Speaker 1: thou couldst no harbor find in this old world. Grow
• 59:16
  Speaker 1: now so too, too wise, I lodge THEE in my heart, and,
• 59:21
  Speaker 1: being blind by nature born, I gave to THEE mine eyes,
• 59:25
  Speaker 1: mine eyes, my light, my heart, my life. Alas if
• 59:30
  Speaker 1: so great services may scorn at me, yet let this thought,
• 59:34
  Speaker 1: thy tigrish courage pass, that I perhaps am somewhat kin
• 59:38
  Speaker 1: to thee, Since in thine arms, if learn'd fame truth
• 59:42
  Speaker 1: hath spread thou bear'st the arrow aye the arrow head
• 59:50
  Speaker 1: sixty six And do I see some cause of hope
• 59:54
  Speaker 1: to feed? Or doth the tedious burden of long woe?
• 59:57
  Speaker 1: In weaken'd minds, quick apprehend breed of every image which
• 1:00:01
  Speaker 1: may comfort show, I cannot brige of a word, much
• 1:00:05
  Speaker 1: less of deed. Fortune wheels still with me in one sort. Slow,
• 1:00:11
  Speaker 1: my wealth no more and no wit less. My need
• 1:00:15
  Speaker 1: desire still on the stilts of fear doth go. And
• 1:00:19
  Speaker 1: yet amid all fears a hope there is ston'n to
• 1:00:23
  Speaker 1: my heart. Since last fair night nay day. Stella's eyes
• 1:00:28
  Speaker 1: scent to me the beams of bliss looking on me
• 1:00:31
  Speaker 1: while I look'd other way. But when mine eyes back
• 1:00:35
  Speaker 1: to their heaven did move, they fled with blush which
• 1:00:39
  Speaker 1: guilty seem'd of love. Sixty seven. Hope art thou true,
• 1:00:48
  Speaker 1: r dost thou flatter me? Doth Stella now begin with
• 1:00:52
  Speaker 1: piteous eye the ruins of her conquest to a spy,
• 1:00:55
  Speaker 1: which she take time before all racket be her eyes.
• 1:00:59
  Speaker 1: Speech is trainedand thus by thee. But fail'st thou not
• 1:01:03
  Speaker 1: in phrase, so heavenly high, look on again the fair tax.
• 1:01:07
  Speaker 1: Better try what blushing notes dost thou in margency? What
• 1:01:13
  Speaker 1: size stolen out? Or kill'd before full born? Hast thou
• 1:01:17
  Speaker 1: found such and such like arguments or art thou else
• 1:01:21
  Speaker 1: to comfort me? For sworn? Well, howso thou interpret the contents?
• 1:01:27
  Speaker 1: I am resolv'd thy error to maintain, rather than by
• 1:01:30
  Speaker 1: more truth to get more pain? Sixty eight Stella, the
• 1:01:39
  Speaker 1: only planet of my light, light of my life, and
• 1:01:42
  Speaker 1: life of my desire, Chief good, Where to my hope
• 1:01:46
  Speaker 1: doth only aspire world of my wealth and heaven of
• 1:01:51
  Speaker 1: my delight? Why dost thou spend the treasures of thy
• 1:01:55
  Speaker 1: sprite with voice more fit to wed Amphion's lire, seeking
• 1:01:59
  Speaker 1: to quench in me the noble fire fed by thy worth,
• 1:02:03
  Speaker 1: en kindled by thy sight, and all in vain. For
• 1:02:07
  Speaker 1: while thy breath most sweet, with choicest words, thy words
• 1:02:12
  Speaker 1: with reasons rare, thy reasons firmly set on virtue's feet
• 1:02:17
  Speaker 1: labor to kill in me this killing care, Oh think
• 1:02:21
  Speaker 1: I then, what paradise of joy? It is so fair
• 1:02:26
  Speaker 1: of virtue to enjoy? Sixty nine, Oh, joy, too high
• 1:02:34
  Speaker 1: for my low style to show, oh bliss fit for
• 1:02:37
  Speaker 1: a nobler state than me. Envy. Put out thine eyes,
• 1:02:41
  Speaker 1: lest thou do see what oceans of delight in me
• 1:02:44
  Speaker 1: to flow, My friend that oft saw through all masks
• 1:02:49
  Speaker 1: my woe. Come, Come and let me pour myself on
• 1:02:53
  Speaker 1: thee gone is the winter of my misery. My spring appears. Oh,
• 1:02:58
  Speaker 1: see what it doth grow for Tella hath with words,
• 1:03:01
  Speaker 1: where faith doth shine of her high heart given me
• 1:03:05
  Speaker 1: the monarchy I I oh, I may say that she
• 1:03:10
  Speaker 1: is mine, and though she give, but thus conditionally this
• 1:03:15
  Speaker 1: realm of bliss, while virtuous course I take no kings
• 1:03:20
  Speaker 1: be crown'd, but they some covenants make seventy. My muse
• 1:03:28
  Speaker 1: may well grudge at my heavenly joy, if still I
• 1:03:31
  Speaker 1: force her in sad rhymes to creep. She oft hath
• 1:03:36
  Speaker 1: drunk my tears now hopes to enjoy nectar of mirth.
• 1:03:40
  Speaker 1: Since I Jove's cup to keep son, lets be not
• 1:03:43
  Speaker 1: bound prentice to annoy. Trebles sing high as well as
• 1:03:47
  Speaker 1: bases deep grief. But love's winter livery ears. The boy
• 1:03:52
  Speaker 1: hath cheeks to smile as well as eyes to weep. Come, then,
• 1:03:56
  Speaker 1: my muse, shalt thou height of delight in well raised notes.
• 1:04:00
  Speaker 1: My pen the best it may shall paint out joy, though,
• 1:04:05
  Speaker 1: but in black and white cease eager muse peace pen
• 1:04:13
  Speaker 1: for my sake stay. I give you here my hand
• 1:04:17
  Speaker 1: for truth of this why silence is best music unto
• 1:04:23
  Speaker 1: bliss seventy one. Who will, in fairest book of nature
• 1:04:31
  Speaker 1: know how virtue may best lodg'd in beauty, be Let
• 1:04:35
  Speaker 1: him but learn of love to read in thee stella
• 1:04:38
  Speaker 1: those fair lines which true goodness show. There shall he
• 1:04:43
  Speaker 1: find all vice's overthrow, not by rude force, but sweetest
• 1:04:47
  Speaker 1: sovereignty of reason, from whose light those night birds fly
• 1:04:52
  Speaker 1: That inward sun in thine eye shineth so and not
• 1:04:56
  Speaker 1: content to be perfections, ere thyself dost strive of all
• 1:05:00
  Speaker 1: minds that way to move who mark in thee what
• 1:05:03
  Speaker 1: is in thee most fair? So while thy beauty draws
• 1:05:07
  Speaker 1: the heart to love, as fast thy virtue bends that
• 1:05:11
  Speaker 1: love to good But ah desire still cries give me
• 1:05:17
  Speaker 1: some food seventy two. Desire, though thou, my old companion,
• 1:05:27
  Speaker 1: art and oft so clings to my pure love, that
• 1:05:30
  Speaker 1: I one from the other scarcely can descry. While each
• 1:05:34
  Speaker 1: doth blow the fire of my heart. Now from thy
• 1:05:38
  Speaker 1: fellowship I needs must part. Venus is taught with Dion's
• 1:05:42
  Speaker 1: wings to fly, I must no more in thy sweet passions,
• 1:05:46
  Speaker 1: lie virtues gold, Now must head my cupid's dart service
• 1:05:53
  Speaker 1: and honor, wonder with delight, fear to offend, will worthy
• 1:05:58
  Speaker 1: to appear, care shining in mine eyes, faith in my sprite.
• 1:06:02
  Speaker 1: These things are left me by my only dear, But
• 1:06:06
  Speaker 1: thou desire, because thou wouldst have all now banish'd art,
• 1:06:12
  Speaker 1: But yet alas, how shall seventy three.
• 1:06:19
  Speaker 2: Love?
• 1:06:20
  Speaker 1: Still A boy and oft to wanton is schooled only
• 1:06:23
  Speaker 1: by his mother's tender eye. Would wonder then if he
• 1:06:27
  Speaker 1: his lesson miss, when for so soft a rod dear
• 1:06:30
  Speaker 1: play he try? And yet my star because a sugar'd
• 1:06:35
  Speaker 1: kiss in sport I suck'd while she asleep, did lie
• 1:06:38
  Speaker 1: doth flower, nay child, nay threat for only this sweet
• 1:06:44
  Speaker 1: It was saucy love, not humble ee. But no skew serves.
• 1:06:49
  Speaker 1: She makes her wrath appear in beauties thrown. See now
• 1:06:54
  Speaker 1: who dares come near those scarlet judges threatening bloody pain, Oh,
• 1:06:59
  Speaker 1: heavenly fool, thy most kiss worthy face anger invests with
• 1:07:04
  Speaker 1: such a lovely grace that anger self I needs must
• 1:07:08
  Speaker 1: kiss again seventy four. I never drank it acinippy well,
• 1:07:17
  Speaker 1: nor ever did in shade of Tempe sit and muses
• 1:07:20
  Speaker 1: scorn with vulgar brains to dwell poor layman I for
• 1:07:25
  Speaker 1: sacred rites unfit Some do I hear a poet's fury.
• 1:07:29
  Speaker 1: Tell But God, what what not? What they mean by it?
• 1:07:34
  Speaker 1: And this I swear, by blackest brook of Hell. I
• 1:07:37
  Speaker 1: am no pick purse of another's wit? How falls it? Then,
• 1:07:41
  Speaker 1: that with so smooth an ease my thoughts I speak,
• 1:07:45
  Speaker 1: and what I speak doth flow in verse, and that
• 1:07:48
  Speaker 1: my verse best wits doth please guess we the cause?
• 1:07:54
  Speaker 1: What is it thus fine? No? Or so much less?
• 1:08:00
  Speaker 1: How then? Sure? Thus it is my lips are sweet,
• 1:08:05
  Speaker 1: inspir'd with stellous kiss. Seventy five. Of all the kings
• 1:08:13
  Speaker 1: that ever here did reign edward nam'd forth as first
• 1:08:17
  Speaker 1: in praise. I name not for his fare outside nor
• 1:08:20
  Speaker 1: well lined brain, although less gifts im feathers oft on fame,
• 1:08:25
  Speaker 1: nor that he could young, wise, wise valiant frame his
• 1:08:30
  Speaker 1: sire's revenge join'd with the kingdom's gain and gain'd by
• 1:08:34
  Speaker 1: Mars could yet mad Mars so tame that balance weighed.
• 1:08:39
  Speaker 1: What sword did Lee obtain, nor that he made the
• 1:08:42
  Speaker 1: fleur de luce so frayed, though strongly arm'd of bloody
• 1:08:46
  Speaker 1: lion's paws, that witty lose to him a tribute paid,
• 1:08:51
  Speaker 1: Nor this, nor that, nor any such small cause. But
• 1:08:55
  Speaker 1: only for this worthy knight, Durst prove to lose his
• 1:08:58
  Speaker 1: crown rather than fail as love seventy six. She comes
• 1:09:07
  Speaker 1: and straight therewith her shining twins do move their rays
• 1:09:11
  Speaker 1: to me, who, in her tedious absence, lay benighted in
• 1:09:15
  Speaker 1: cold woe, but now appears my day the only light
• 1:09:19
  Speaker 1: of joy, the only warmth of love. She comes with
• 1:09:23
  Speaker 1: light and warmth, which, like Aurora, prove of gentle force,
• 1:09:28
  Speaker 1: so that mine eyes dare gladly play with such a
• 1:09:31
  Speaker 1: rosy morn, whose beams most freshly gay scorch not. But
• 1:09:36
  Speaker 1: only do dark chilling sprites remove and lo while I
• 1:09:41
  Speaker 1: do speak, It groweth noon with me. Her flamy glist'ring
• 1:09:46
  Speaker 1: lights increase with time and place. My hard cries, Ah,
• 1:09:50
  Speaker 1: it burns mine eyes now dazzl'd be no wind, no
• 1:09:55
  Speaker 1: shade can cool? What help then? In my case? But
• 1:09:59
  Speaker 1: with short breath, long looks staid feet and walking head.
• 1:10:04
  Speaker 1: Pray that my son go down with meeker beams to bed.
• 1:10:12
  Speaker 1: Seventy seven. Those looks whose beams be joy, whose motionless delight,
• 1:10:19
  Speaker 1: that face whose lectures shows what perfect beauty is. That
• 1:10:24
  Speaker 1: presence which doth give dark hearts a living light, That
• 1:10:28
  Speaker 1: grace which Venus weeps that she herself doth miss, That
• 1:10:34
  Speaker 1: hand which without touch holds more than Atlas might. Those
• 1:10:38
  Speaker 1: lips which make deaths pay a mean price for a kiss,
• 1:10:43
  Speaker 1: that skin whose pass praise Hugh scorns this poor term
• 1:10:48
  Speaker 1: of white. Those words which do sublime the quintessence of bliss,
• 1:10:54
  Speaker 1: That voice which makes the soul plant himself in the ears,
• 1:10:58
  Speaker 1: that conversation sweet, where such high comforts be as constrate
• 1:11:03
  Speaker 1: in true speech. The name of Heaven it bears, makes me,
• 1:11:07
  Speaker 1: in my best thoughts and quietest judgments, see that in
• 1:11:11
  Speaker 1: no more but these I might be fully blest. Yet, ah,
• 1:11:16
  Speaker 1: my maiden, mus doth blush to tell the best seventy eight. Oh,
• 1:11:25
  Speaker 1: how the pleasant airs of true love be infected by
• 1:11:28
  Speaker 1: those vapors which arise from out that noisome gulf, which
• 1:11:33
  Speaker 1: gaping lies between the jaws of hellish jealousy, A monster, others, harm, self, misery,
• 1:11:41
  Speaker 1: beauty's plague, virtue, scourge, succor of lies, who his own
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  Speaker 1: joy to his own hurt applies and only cherish' doth
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  Speaker 1: with injury, who since he hath by nature's special grace,
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  Speaker 1: so piercing pause as spoil when they embrace, so nimble feet,
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  Speaker 1: as stirs still though on thorns, so many eyes a
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  Speaker 1: seeking their own woe, so ample ears as never good
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  Speaker 1: news know? Is it not evil that such a devil
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  Speaker 1: wants horns? Seventy nine Sweet kiss thy sweet's I fain
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  Speaker 1: would sweetly indict, which even of sweetness, sweetest sweetner heart
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  Speaker 1: pleasings consort where each sense holds apart, which coupling doves
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  Speaker 1: guides venus chariot right, best charge and bravest retreat in
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  Speaker 1: Cupid's fight a double key which opens to the heart
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  Speaker 1: most rich when most tis riches it in part nest
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  Speaker 1: of young joy, schoolmaster of delight, teaching the mean at
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  Speaker 1: once to take and give the friendly fray, where blows
• 1:12:57
  Speaker 1: both wound and heal thee death, while each in other live.
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  Speaker 1: Poor Hope's first wealth ostich A promis'd weal breakfast of love,
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  Speaker 1: but lo lo where she is cease sweet a praise.
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  Speaker 1: Now pray we for a kiss eighty sweet swelling lip. Well,
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  Speaker 1: mayst thou swell in pride, since best wits thinketh wit
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  Speaker 1: thee to admire Nature's praise, virtues stall Cupid's cold fire.
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  Speaker 1: Whence words not words, but heav'nly graces slide the new parnassus,
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  Speaker 1: where the muses bide, sweetener of music, wisdom's beautifire, breather
• 1:13:46
  Speaker 1: of life, and fastener of desire, Where beauty's blush in
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  Speaker 1: honor's grayness died Thus much my heart compell'd my mouth
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  Speaker 1: to say. But now spite of my heart, my mouth
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  Speaker 1: will stay clathing all lies doubting this flattery is, and
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  Speaker 1: no spur can his resty race renew without how far
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  Speaker 1: this praise is short of you, sweet lip, you teach
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  Speaker 1: my mouth with one sweet kiss eighty one. O kiss
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  Speaker 1: which does those ruddy gems impart or gems or fruits
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  Speaker 1: of new found paradise, breathing all bliss and sweetening to
• 1:14:28
  Speaker 1: the heart, teaching dumb lips a nobler exercise. O kiss
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  Speaker 1: which souls even souls together ties by links of love
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  Speaker 1: and only Nature's art. How fain would I paint thee
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  Speaker 1: to all men's eyes, or of thy gifts, at least
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  Speaker 1: shade out some part. But she forbids with blushing words.
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  Speaker 1: She says, she builds her fame on higher seated praise.
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  Speaker 1: But my heart burns. I cannot silent be then, since
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  Speaker 1: dear life, you fain would have me peace, and I
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  Speaker 1: mad with delight, want wit to cease. Stop you my
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  Speaker 1: mouth with still still kissing me. Eighty two Nymph of
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  Speaker 1: the garden, where all beauties be, beauties which do in
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  Speaker 1: excellency pass his who till death look'd in a watery glass,
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  Speaker 1: or hers whom naked the Trojan boy did see sweet garden.
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  Speaker 1: Nymph which keeps the cherry tree, whose fruit doth farthest bury,
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  Speaker 1: and taste surpass most sweet, fair, most fair sweet, do
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  Speaker 1: not alas from coming near those cherries. Banish me, for
• 1:15:41
  Speaker 1: though full of desire, empty of wit, admitted late by
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  Speaker 1: your best graces grace, I caught at one of them
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  Speaker 1: a hungry bit. Pardon that fault once more, grant me
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  Speaker 1: the place, and I do swear even by the same
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  Speaker 1: delight I will but kiss I never more will buy.
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  Speaker 1: Eighty three, Good brother, Philip, I have borne you long
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  Speaker 1: I was content you should in favor creep, while craftily
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  Speaker 1: you seemed your cut to keep, as though that fair
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  Speaker 1: soft hand did you great wrong. I bear with envy,
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  Speaker 1: yet I bear your song when in her neck you
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  Speaker 1: did love ditties peep nay or whooley oft, suffer'd you
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  Speaker 1: to sleep in lily's nest, where love's self lies along
• 1:16:30
  Speaker 1: What doth high place ambitious thoughts are meant is sauciness
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  Speaker 1: reward of courtesy. Cannot such grace your silly self content,
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  Speaker 1: But you must needs with those lips billing bee, and
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  Speaker 1: through those lips drink nectar from that tongue. Leave that
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  Speaker 1: sir phip lest off your neck be wrung eighty four
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  Speaker 1: high way, since you, my chief Parnassus be, and that
• 1:16:59
  Speaker 1: my muse to some ears not unsweet tempers her words
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  Speaker 1: to trampling horses feet more oft than to a chamber melody.
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  Speaker 1: Now blessed you bear onward, blessed me to her where I,
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  Speaker 1: my heart safe left, shall meet my muse. And I
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  Speaker 1: must you, of duty greet with thanks and wishes, wishing
• 1:17:20
  Speaker 1: thankfully be you still fair, honored by public heed, by
• 1:17:25
  Speaker 1: no encroachment wronged nor time forgot, nor blamed for blood,
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  Speaker 1: nor shame for sinful deed. And that you know I
• 1:17:34
  Speaker 1: envy you no lot of highest wish. I wish you
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  Speaker 1: no such bliss. Hundreds of years you Stella's feet may kiss.
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  Speaker 1: End of poems sixty one through eighty four, Section four
• 1:17:54
  Speaker 1: of Astrophel and Stella by Sir Philip Sidney. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: according is in the public domain. Read by Thomas Copeland,
• 1:18:03
  Speaker 1: Poems eighty five one hundred eight eighty five. I see
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  Speaker 1: the house my heart thyself contain, beware full sails drown,
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  Speaker 1: not thy tottering barge lest joy. By nature apt sprites
• 1:18:19
  Speaker 1: to enlarge thee to thy rack beyond thy limits. Strain,
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  Speaker 1: Nor do like lords whose weak, confused brain not pointing
• 1:18:28
  Speaker 1: to fit. Folks each under charge, while every office themselves
• 1:18:31
  Speaker 1: will discharge with doing all leave nothing done but pain.
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  Speaker 1: But give apt servants their due place. Let eyes see
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  Speaker 1: beauty's total sum sum't in her face. Let years hear
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  Speaker 1: speech which wit to wonder ties. Let breath suck up
• 1:18:48
  Speaker 1: those sweets. Let arms embrace the globe of weal lips,
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  Speaker 1: Love's indentures. Make thou but of all the kingly tribute
• 1:18:59
  Speaker 1: take eighty six. Alas, whence came this change of looks?
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  Speaker 1: If I have changed dessert, let mine own conscience be
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  Speaker 1: a still felt plague to self, condemning me, Let woe
• 1:19:15
  Speaker 1: gripe on my heart, shame load mine eye. But if
• 1:19:19
  Speaker 1: all faith like spotless ermine lie safe in my soul,
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  Speaker 1: which only doth to THEE is his sole object to
• 1:19:26
  Speaker 1: felicity with wings of love, in air of wonder, fly, Oh,
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  Speaker 1: ease your hand, treat not so hard your slave in
• 1:19:35
  Speaker 1: justice pains come not till false to call, or if
• 1:19:40
  Speaker 1: I needs we judge, must torments. Have you something else
• 1:19:44
  Speaker 1: to chasten me withal than those blest eyes were all
• 1:19:48
  Speaker 1: my hopes to dwell. No doom should make one's heaven
• 1:19:53
  Speaker 1: becometh hell. Eighty seven When I I was forced from Stella,
• 1:20:01
  Speaker 1: ever dear Stella, food of my thoughts, heart of my heart, Stella,
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  Speaker 1: whose eyes make all my tempests clear, by Stella's laws
• 1:20:12
  Speaker 1: of duty to depart, Alas I found that she with
• 1:20:16
  Speaker 1: me did smart. I saw that tears did in her
• 1:20:19
  Speaker 1: eyes appear. I saw that sighs, her sweetest lips did part,
• 1:20:25
  Speaker 1: and her sad words my saddest sense did hear. For me,
• 1:20:30
  Speaker 1: I wept to see pearls scattered. So I sighed her
• 1:20:35
  Speaker 1: sighs and wailed for her woe, yet swam in joy.
• 1:20:40
  Speaker 1: Such love in her was seen. Thus while the fact
• 1:20:44
  Speaker 1: most bitter was to me, and nothing than the cause
• 1:20:47
  Speaker 1: more sweet could be. I had been vex'd, If vexed
• 1:20:52
  Speaker 1: I had not been eighty eight out traitor absence, darst
• 1:21:00
  Speaker 1: thou counsel me from my dear captainess to run away,
• 1:21:04
  Speaker 1: because in brave array here marcheth she that to win
• 1:21:09
  Speaker 1: me off shows a present pay is faith so weak
• 1:21:13
  Speaker 1: or such force in thee when sun is hid? Can
• 1:21:17
  Speaker 1: stars such beams display? Can o Heaven's food once felt,
• 1:21:23
  Speaker 1: keep stomachs free from base desire on earthly cates to
• 1:21:27
  Speaker 1: pray tash absence While thy mist's eclipse that light my
• 1:21:33
  Speaker 1: orphan sense flies to the inward sight where memory sets
• 1:21:38
  Speaker 1: forth the beams of love that where before heart lov'd
• 1:21:42
  Speaker 1: and eyes did see in heart both sight and love
• 1:21:47
  Speaker 1: now coupl'd me. United powers make each the stronger. Proove
• 1:21:55
  Speaker 1: eighty nine Now that of absence, the most irksome knight
• 1:22:00
  Speaker 1: with darkest shade doth overcome my day. Since Stella's eyes
• 1:22:05
  Speaker 1: wont to give me my day, leaving my hemisphere, leave
• 1:22:09
  Speaker 1: me a night. Each day seems long and longs for
• 1:22:13
  Speaker 1: long stayed night, the night as tedious woo's the proach
• 1:22:18
  Speaker 1: of day, Tired with the dusty toils of busy day,
• 1:22:22
  Speaker 1: languish'd with horrors of the silent night, suffering the evils
• 1:22:26
  Speaker 1: both of the day and night. While no night is
• 1:22:30
  Speaker 1: more dark than is my day, nor no day hath
• 1:22:33
  Speaker 1: less quiet than my night, with such bad mixture of
• 1:22:37
  Speaker 1: my night and day, that living thus in blackest winter night,
• 1:22:41
  Speaker 1: I feel the flames of hottest summer day. Ninety stella.
• 1:22:49
  Speaker 1: Think not that I diverse seek fame, who seek, who hope,
• 1:22:54
  Speaker 1: who love, who live? But thee thine eyes, my pride,
• 1:22:59
  Speaker 1: thy lips, my history. If thou praist, not all other
• 1:23:03
  Speaker 1: praise is shame. Nor so ambitious am I as to
• 1:23:06
  Speaker 1: frame a nest for my young praise in laurel tree.
• 1:23:10
  Speaker 1: In truth, I swear I wish not there should be
• 1:23:13
  Speaker 1: graved in my nepotaph a poet's name. Nay, if I would,
• 1:23:17
  Speaker 1: could I just title, make that any law thereof to
• 1:23:21
  Speaker 1: me should grow without my plumes from other's wings. I
• 1:23:24
  Speaker 1: take for nothing from my wit or wil doth flow,
• 1:23:28
  Speaker 1: since all my words, thy beauty doth indight, and love
• 1:23:33
  Speaker 1: doth hold my hand and makes me write ninety one Stella.
• 1:23:40
  Speaker 1: While now by honor's cruel might, I am from you
• 1:23:44
  Speaker 1: light of my life misled, and that fair you my son,
• 1:23:49
  Speaker 1: thus overspread with absence veil I live in sorrow's night.
• 1:23:54
  Speaker 1: If this dark place yet show like candle light, some
• 1:23:57
  Speaker 1: beauty's peace, says amber cod head, milk hands, rose cheeks,
• 1:24:03
  Speaker 1: or lips more sweet, more red, or seeing gets black,
• 1:24:07
  Speaker 1: But in blackness bright they please are to confess, they
• 1:24:12
  Speaker 1: please mine eyes. But why because of you? They models me,
• 1:24:18
  Speaker 1: models such be wood globes of glistering skies. Dear, therefore
• 1:24:23
  Speaker 1: be not jealous over me. If you hear that they
• 1:24:26
  Speaker 1: seem my heart to move, not them, Oh no, but
• 1:24:31
  Speaker 1: you in them I love ninety two. Be your words
• 1:24:38
  Speaker 1: made good, sir, of Indian ware, that you allow me
• 1:24:42
  Speaker 1: them by so small rate? Or do you cutted spartans imitate,
• 1:24:48
  Speaker 1: or do you mean my tender ears despair that to
• 1:24:51
  Speaker 1: my questions you so total are we're not demand of
• 1:24:55
  Speaker 1: Phoenix Stella's state? You say, forsooth you left a well
• 1:25:00
  Speaker 1: of late, Oh God, think you that satisfies my care?
• 1:25:05
  Speaker 1: I would know whether she did sit or walk, how clothed,
• 1:25:08
  Speaker 1: hou waited on, sighed she or smil'd, whereof with whom?
• 1:25:13
  Speaker 1: How often did she talk? With what past time? Time's journey?
• 1:25:17
  Speaker 1: She beguiled? If her lips deign'd to sweeten my poor name,
• 1:25:22
  Speaker 1: say all and all well said, still say the same.
• 1:25:30
  Speaker 1: Ninety three, Oh fate, oh fault, Oh curse, child of
• 1:25:36
  Speaker 1: my bliss, What sobs can give words grace my grief,
• 1:25:41
  Speaker 1: to show what ink is black enough to paint my
• 1:25:44
  Speaker 1: woe through me? Wretch me even stella vexodies yet truth,
• 1:25:51
  Speaker 1: if Kateff's breath may call thee, this witness with me
• 1:25:55
  Speaker 1: that my foul stumbling so from carelessness did in no
• 1:25:58
  Speaker 1: manner grow, but wit confus'd with too much care did miss?
• 1:26:04
  Speaker 1: And do I then myself this vainscuse give? I have live,
• 1:26:10
  Speaker 1: I and know this harmed thee? Though world's quite me?
• 1:26:15
  Speaker 1: Shall I myself forgive only with pains? My pains thus
• 1:26:19
  Speaker 1: ease it be that all thy hurts in my heart's
• 1:26:23
  Speaker 1: rack I read, I cry thy sighs, my dear thy
• 1:26:28
  Speaker 1: tears I bleed. Ninety four grief, find the words, For
• 1:26:37
  Speaker 1: thou hast made my brain so dark with misty vapors
• 1:26:40
  Speaker 1: which arise from out thy heavy mold, that inbent eyes
• 1:26:44
  Speaker 1: can scarce discern the shape of mine own pain. Do thou, then,
• 1:26:49
  Speaker 1: for thou canst do thou complain for my poor soul, which,
• 1:26:53
  Speaker 1: now that sickness tries, which even to sense sense of
• 1:26:57
  Speaker 1: itself denies. Though harborager's death, lodge there his train, or
• 1:27:03
  Speaker 1: if thy love of plaint, yet mine forbears as of
• 1:27:06
  Speaker 1: a kate, if worthy so to die, Yet wail thyself,
• 1:27:10
  Speaker 1: and wail with causeful tears, that though in wretchedness thy
• 1:27:14
  Speaker 1: life doth lie, yet grows more wretched than thy nature
• 1:27:18
  Speaker 1: bears by being placed in such a wretch as I
• 1:27:25
  Speaker 1: ninety five. Yet sighs, dear, sighs. Indeed, true friends you
• 1:27:32
  Speaker 1: are that do not leave your left friend at the worst.
• 1:27:36
  Speaker 1: But as you with my breast I oft have nursed
• 1:27:39
  Speaker 1: so grateful, now you wait upon my care, faint coward
• 1:27:44
  Speaker 1: joy no longer tarriedare seeing hope yield when this woe
• 1:27:48
  Speaker 1: strike him first, delight protests he is not for thee accursed,
• 1:27:53
  Speaker 1: Though Oft himself my mate in arms, he swear nay.
• 1:27:58
  Speaker 1: Sorrow comes with such main ray that he kills his
• 1:28:01
  Speaker 1: own children tears, finding that they by love were made
• 1:28:04
  Speaker 1: apt to consort with me only true sighs. You do
• 1:28:09
  Speaker 1: not go away. Thank may you have for such a
• 1:28:13
  Speaker 1: thankful part, thank worthiest yet when you shall break my heart?
• 1:28:22
  Speaker 1: Ninety six thought with good cause, Thou likest so well
• 1:28:27
  Speaker 1: the night, since kind or chance gives both one livery,
• 1:28:33
  Speaker 1: both sadly black, both blackly darken'd me Knight barred from sun,
• 1:28:39
  Speaker 1: thou from thy own sunlight silence in both displays, his
• 1:28:44
  Speaker 1: sullen might slow heaviness in both holds one degree that
• 1:28:49
  Speaker 1: full of doubts, Thou perplexity. Thy tears express Knight's native
• 1:28:55
  Speaker 1: moisture right in both, a mazeful solitariness in Knight of Sprites,
• 1:29:02
  Speaker 1: the ghastly powers to stir in thee o'er Sprite's or
• 1:29:06
  Speaker 1: spirited ghastliness. But but alas Knight's side, the odds hath
• 1:29:12
  Speaker 1: fir for that at length, Yet doth invite some rest? Thou,
• 1:29:18
  Speaker 1: though still tired, Yet still doth it detest? Ninety seven Diane,
• 1:29:27
  Speaker 1: that fain would cheer her friend the Knight shows her
• 1:29:31
  Speaker 1: oft at the full her fairest face, bringing with her
• 1:29:34
  Speaker 1: those starry nymphs whose chaste from heavenly standing hits each
• 1:29:39
  Speaker 1: mortal white. But Ah, poor knight in love with Phoebus
• 1:29:44
  Speaker 1: light and endlessly despairing of his grace herself to show
• 1:29:48
  Speaker 1: no other joy, hath place silent and sad in morning weeds,
• 1:29:52
  Speaker 1: doth dight even so alas a lady Diane's peer, with choice,
• 1:29:59
  Speaker 1: delightights and rarest company would feign drive clouds from out
• 1:30:03
  Speaker 1: my heavy cheer. But woe's me, though joy itself were she,
• 1:30:10
  Speaker 1: she could not show my blind brain ways of joy,
• 1:30:13
  Speaker 1: while I despair my sun's sight to enjoy. Ninety eight Ah,
• 1:30:22
  Speaker 1: bed the field where Joy's peace sund See the field
• 1:30:27
  Speaker 1: where all my thoughts to war betray'd. How is thy
• 1:30:31
  Speaker 1: grace by my strange fortune stain'd, How thy lee shores
• 1:30:35
  Speaker 1: by my sighs storm at me with sweet soft shades.
• 1:30:40
  Speaker 1: Thou oft invitest me to steal some rest, But wretch,
• 1:30:44
  Speaker 1: I am constrain'd spurr'd with love, spur though gold, and
• 1:30:48
  Speaker 1: shortly reign'd with care's hard hand to turn and toss
• 1:30:52
  Speaker 1: in thee while the black horrors of the silent knight
• 1:30:56
  Speaker 1: paint Woe's black face so lively to my sight, that
• 1:30:59
  Speaker 1: teaedious leisure marks each wrinkled line. But when Aurora leads
• 1:31:05
  Speaker 1: out Phoebus dance, mine eyes then only wink for spite
• 1:31:10
  Speaker 1: perchance that worms should have their sun, and I want mine.
• 1:31:19
  Speaker 1: Ninety nine, When far spent night persuades each mortal eye
• 1:31:24
  Speaker 1: to whom nor art nor nature granteth light to lay his,
• 1:31:28
  Speaker 1: then mark wanting shafts of sight clos'd with their quivers
• 1:31:32
  Speaker 1: in sleep's armory with windows op then most my mind
• 1:31:36
  Speaker 1: doth lie viewing the shape of darkness, and delight takes
• 1:31:42
  Speaker 1: in that sad hue, which, with inward night of his
• 1:31:45
  Speaker 1: mazed powers, keeps perfect harmony. But when bird's charm and
• 1:31:50
  Speaker 1: that sweet air, which is Morn's messenger, with rose enameled skies,
• 1:31:55
  Speaker 1: calls each white to salute the flower of bliss in
• 1:31:59
  Speaker 1: tomb of life wrids, then buried are mine eyes, forced
• 1:32:03
  Speaker 1: by their lord, who is asham'd to find such light
• 1:32:07
  Speaker 1: and sense with such a darken'd mind. One hundred oh tears.
• 1:32:17
  Speaker 1: No tears but rain from beauty's skies, making those lilies
• 1:32:22
  Speaker 1: and those roses grow, which a most fair now more
• 1:32:26
  Speaker 1: than most fair show, while graceful pity, beauty beautifies. Oh
• 1:32:33
  Speaker 1: honey'd sighs, which from that breast to rise, whose pants
• 1:32:37
  Speaker 1: do make unspilling cream to flow wing'd with whose breath
• 1:32:42
  Speaker 1: so pleasing zephyrs blow as can refresh the hell where
• 1:32:46
  Speaker 1: my soul fries. Oh plaints conserv'd in such a sugar'd phrase,
• 1:32:53
  Speaker 1: that eloquence itself envies your praise, while sobb'd out words,
• 1:32:57
  Speaker 1: O perfect music, give such tears sighs plaints, no sorrow
• 1:33:04
  Speaker 1: is but joy, Or if such heavenly signs must prove
• 1:33:08
  Speaker 1: annoy all mirth, farewell, let me in sorrow live one
• 1:33:16
  Speaker 1: hundred one. Stella is sick, and in that sick bed
• 1:33:21
  Speaker 1: lies sweetness, which breathes and pants as off to she,
• 1:33:25
  Speaker 1: and grace sick too. Such fine conclusions tries that sickness
• 1:33:30
  Speaker 1: brags itself best grace to be. Beauty is sick, but
• 1:33:36
  Speaker 1: sick in so fair guise that in that paleness beauty's
• 1:33:40
  Speaker 1: white we see and joy which is in separate from
• 1:33:43
  Speaker 1: those eyes. Stella now learns strange case to weep in
• 1:33:48
  Speaker 1: thee love moans thy pain, and like a faithful page,
• 1:33:54
  Speaker 1: as thy looks stir comes up and down to make
• 1:33:57
  Speaker 1: all folks pres't at thy will thy aim to assuage
• 1:34:02
  Speaker 1: nature with care sweats for her darling sake, Knowing worlds
• 1:34:06
  Speaker 1: pass ere, she enough confin'd of such heav'n stuff to
• 1:34:10
  Speaker 1: clothe so heav'nly a mind. One hundred two. Where be
• 1:34:18
  Speaker 1: those roses gone which sweeten so our eyes? Where those
• 1:34:23
  Speaker 1: red cheeks which, oft with fair increase, did frame the
• 1:34:27
  Speaker 1: height of honor in the kindly badge of shame? Who
• 1:34:31
  Speaker 1: hath the crimson weeds stol'n from my morning skies? How
• 1:34:36
  Speaker 1: doth the color vade of those vermilion'd eyes, which nature's
• 1:34:39
  Speaker 1: self did make, and self ingrain the same? I would
• 1:34:44
  Speaker 1: know by what right this paleness overcame that hue whose
• 1:34:48
  Speaker 1: force my heart still unto Thraldom ties Gelaine's adoptive sons,
• 1:34:54
  Speaker 1: who by a beaten where their judgments Hackney on the
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  Speaker 1: fault on sickness lay, But feeling proof makes me say
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  Speaker 1: they mistake it furr. It is but love which makes
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  Speaker 1: his paper perfect white, to write therein more fresh the
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  Speaker 1: story of delight, while's beauty's reddest ink venus for him
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  Speaker 1: to stir. One hundred three, Oh happy Thames, that didst
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  Speaker 1: my stella Bear, I saw thyself with many a smiling
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  Speaker 1: line upon thy cheerful face, Joy's livery ware, while those
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  Speaker 1: fair planets on thy streams did shine the boat for
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  Speaker 1: Joy could not to dance for Bear, While wanton winds,
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  Speaker 1: with beauties so divine ravish, stay'd not till in her
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  Speaker 1: golden hair they did themselves O sweetest prison twine and fame,
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  Speaker 1: those eel's youth. There would their stay have maid, But
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  Speaker 1: forced by nature still to fly first did with puffing
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  Speaker 1: kiss those locks display she so disheveled, blush'd from window, I,
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  Speaker 1: with sight thereof cried out, oh, fair disgrace, let on
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  Speaker 1: herself to the grant highest place. One hundred four envious wits,
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  Speaker 1: what hath been mine offense that with such poisonous care?
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  Speaker 1: My looks you mark that to each word, nay, sigh
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  Speaker 1: of mine, you hark as grudging me my sorrow's eloquence. Ah,
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  Speaker 1: is it not enough that I am? Thence thence so far,
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  Speaker 1: thence that scarcely any spark of comfort dare come to
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  Speaker 1: this dungeon dark, where rigors exile locks up all my sense.
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  Speaker 1: But if I by a happy window pass if I
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  Speaker 1: but stars upon mine armor bare sek thirsty glad though
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  Speaker 1: but of empty glass your moral notes straight, my hid
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  Speaker 1: meaning tear from out my ribs, and puffing prooves that
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  Speaker 1: I do Stella love fools who doth it deny one
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  Speaker 1: hundred five unhappy sight, and hath she vanish'd by so
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  Speaker 1: near and so good time, so free a place dead glass,
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  Speaker 1: dost thou thy object, so embrace as what my heart
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  Speaker 1: still sees, Thou canst not spy? I swear by her,
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  Speaker 1: I love and lack that I was not in fault
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  Speaker 1: who bent thy dazzling race only unto the heaven of
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  Speaker 1: Stella's face, counting but dust, What in the way did
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  Speaker 1: lie ah cease mine eyes? Your tears do witness well
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  Speaker 1: that you guiltless thereof your nect or mist. Cursed be
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  Speaker 1: the page from whom the bad torch fell, Cursed, be
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  Speaker 1: the knight which did your strife resist. Cursed be the coachman,
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  Speaker 1: which to drive so fast with no worse curse than
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  Speaker 1: absence makes me taste one hundred six O absent presence.
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  Speaker 1: Stella is not here false flattering hope that with so
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  Speaker 1: fair a face bear me in hand that in this
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  Speaker 1: orphaned place. Stella, I say my stella should appear. What
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  Speaker 1: sayest thou now where is that dainty cheer? Thou toldst
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  Speaker 1: mine eyes should help their famished case. But thou art gone.
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  Speaker 1: Now that self felt disgrace doth make me most to
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  Speaker 1: wish thy comfort near. But here I do store of
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  Speaker 1: fair ladies meet, who may, with charm of conversation sweet,
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  Speaker 1: make in my heavy mold new thoughts to grow. Sure
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  Speaker 1: they prevail as much with me as he that bad
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  Speaker 1: his friend, but then new maimed to be merry with him,
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  Speaker 1: and not think of his woe. One hundred seven Stella.
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  Speaker 1: Since thou so right a princess, art of all the
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  Speaker 1: powers which life bestows on me, that ere by them
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  Speaker 1: ought undertaken, be thy first resort unto that sovereign part. Sweet,
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  Speaker 1: for a while, give respite to my heart, which pants,
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  Speaker 1: as though it still should leap to thee, and on
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  Speaker 1: my thoughts, give thy lieutenancy to this great cause, which
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  Speaker 1: needs both use and art. And as a queen who
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  Speaker 1: from her presence sends whom she employs, dismiss from thee
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  Speaker 1: my wit till it have wrought what thy own will
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  Speaker 1: attends on servant's shame oft measters, blameth sit o let
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  Speaker 1: not fools in me, Thy works reprove and scorning, say
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  Speaker 1: see what it is to love? One hundred eight. When sorrow,
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  Speaker 1: using mine own fires might, melts down his lead into
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  Speaker 1: my boiling breast, through that dark furnace, to my heart oppress'd,
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  Speaker 1: there shines a joy from THEE my only light. But
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  Speaker 1: soon as thought of THEE breeds my delight and my
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  Speaker 1: young soul flutters to THEE, his nest most rude despair,
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  Speaker 1: My daily unbidden guest clips straight my wings, straight wraps
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  Speaker 1: me in his night, and makes me then bow down
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  Speaker 1: my head and say, ah, what doth phoebus gold, that
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  Speaker 1: wretch avail whom I endores to keep from use of day?
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  Speaker 1: So strangely alas thy works in me prevail that in
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  Speaker 1: my woes for THEE, thou art my joy, and in
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  Speaker 1: my joys for THEE my only annoy. The end of
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  Speaker 1: Astrophel and Stella by Sir Philip Sidney