Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet LXX
My Muse may well grudge at my heau'nly ioy, Yf still I force her in sad rimes to creepe: She oft hath drunk my teares, now hopes to enioy Nectar of mirth, since I Ioues cup do keepe. Sonets be not bound Prentice to annoy; Trebles sing high, so well as bases deepe; Griefe but Loues winter-liuerie is; the boy Hath cheekes to smile, so well as eyes to weepe. Come then, my Muse, shew thou height of delight In well-raisde notes; my pen, the best it may, Shall paint out ioy, though in but blacke and white. Cease, eager Muse; peace, pen, for my sake stay, I giue you here my hand for truth of this, Wise silence is best musicke vnto blisse.
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"My Muse may well grudge at my heau'nly ioy,..."
This evocative piece by Philip Sidney (Sir), titled "Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet LXX", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...