by: Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586)
POEMS BY SIR PHILIP SIDNEY
- OME, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain
knot of peace.
- The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
- The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
- Th' indifferent judge between the high and low;
- With shield of proof shield me from out the prease
- Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw:
- O make in me those civil wars to cease;
- I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.
- Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,
- A chamber deaf to noise and blind of light,
- A rosy garland and a weary head;
- And if these things, as being thine by right,
- Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,
- Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.