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Sonnet XVII: His Mother Dear Cupid by Sir Philip Sidney

By Sir Philip Sidney

Topics: love-shayari

His mother dear Cupid offended late, Because that Mars grown slacker in her love, With pricking shot he did not throughly more To keep the pace of their first loving state. The boy refus'd for fear of Mars's hate, Who threaten'd stripes, if he his wrath did prove: But she in chafe him from her lap did shove, Brake bow, brake shafts, while Cupid weeping sate: Till that his grandame Nature pityijng it Of stella's brows make him two better bows,

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"Sonnet XVII: His Mother Dear Cupid" by Sir Philip Sidney is a love english poem consisting of 17 lines. This English poem by Sir Philip Sidney demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "His mother dear Cupid offended late, Because that Mars grown slacker in her love,...", this piece explores themes of love through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Sir Philip Sidney's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) was an English poet, soldier, and courtier whose sonnet sequence "Astrophel and Stella" (1591) launched the English sonnet craze. His prose work "The Defence of Poesy" is a foundational text of literary criticism.

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