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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 64, by PHILIP SIDNEY Poet's Biography
First Line: No more, my dear, no more these counsels try
Last Line: Thou art my wit, and thou my virtue art.
Variant Title(s): Love Is Enough
Subject(s): Love
First Line: No more, my dear, no more these counsels try
Last Line: Thou art my wit, and thou my virtue art.
Variant Title(s): Love Is Enough
Subject(s): Love
No more, my dear, no more these counsels try;
O give my passions leave to run their race.
Let fortune lay on me her worst disgrace,
Let folk o'ercharged with brain against me cry,
Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye,
Let me no steps but of lost labour trace,
Let all the earth with scorn recount my case,
But do not will me from my love to fly.
I do not envy Aristotle's wit,
Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame,
Nor aught do care, though some above me sit,
Nor hope, nor wish, another course to frame,
But that which once may win thy cruel heart.
Thou art my wit, and thou my virtue art.
Other Poems of Interest...
NEW SEASON by MICHAEL S. HARPER
THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY
TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS
A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT
AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT
LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT
A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD