Sir Philip Sidney

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Astrophil and Stella 101: Stella is sick, and in that sick-bed lies
Astrophil and Stella 107: Stella, since thou so right a princess art
Astrophil and Stella 14: Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend
Astrophil and Stella 20: Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly
Astrophil and Stella 21: Your words my friend (right healthful caustics) blame
Astrophil and Stella 2: Not at first sight, nor with a dribbèd shot
Astrophil and Stella 30: With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies
Astrophil and Stella 39: Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace
Astrophil and Stella 3: Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine
Astrophil and Stella 48: Soul’s joy, bend not those morning stars from me
Astrophil and Stella 49: I on my horse, and Love on me, doth try
Astrophil and Stella 71: Who will in fairest book of nature know
Astrophil and Stella 72: Desire, though thou my old companion art
Astrophil and Stella 90: Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame
Astrophil and Stella 92: Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware

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"Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust"

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Ring Out Your Bells

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Seventh Song

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The Nightingale

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