A Book of old English love songs . [9]. TELLA, the only planet of my light,Light of my life, and life of my de-sire,Chief good whereto my hope dothonly spire,World of my wealth, and heavn of my delight;Why dost thou spend the treasure of thy spiteWith voice more fit to wed Amphionslyre, Seeking to quench in me the noble fireFed by thy worth, and kindled by thy sight ?And all in vain: for while thy breath most sweetWith choicest words, thy words with reasons rare,Thy reasons firmly set on Virtues feet,Labor to kill in me this killing careO think I then, what paradise of joyIt is, so fair a virt
A Book of old English love songs . [9]. TELLA, the only planet of my light,Light of my life, and life of my de-sire,Chief good whereto my hope dothonly spire,World of my wealth, and heavn of my delight;Why dost thou spend the treasure of thy spiteWith voice more fit to wed Amphionslyre, Seeking to quench in me the noble fireFed by thy worth, and kindled by thy sight ?And all in vain: for while thy breath most sweetWith choicest words, thy words with reasons rare,Thy reasons firmly set on Virtues feet,Labor to kill in me this killing careO think I then, what paradise of joyIt is, so fair a virtue to enjoy ! — Sir Philip Sidney.[IO] /
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