Sir Philip Sidney.
 

Astrophel and Stella    
 

Sonnet XXX          


Whether the Turkish new-moon minded be
    To fill his horns this year on Christian coast;
    How Poles' right king means without leave of host,
    To warm with ill-made fire cold Muscovy;
If French can yet three parts in one agree;
    What now the Dutch in their full diets boast;
    How Holland hearts, now so good towns be lost,
    Trust in the shade of pleasing Orange-tree;
How Ulster likes of that same golden bit
    Wherewith my father once made it half tame;
    If in the Scotch Court be no welt'ring yet:
These questions busy wits to me do frame.
    I, cumbered with good manners, answer do,
    But know not how, for still I think of you.  
 
 


Source:
Poetry of the English Renaissance 1509-1660.
J. William Hebel and Hoyt H. Hudson, Eds.
New York: F. S. Crofts & Co., 1941. 110.


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