Sir Philip Sidney

Uttered in a Pastoral Show at Wilton. / WILL.    Dick, since we cannot dance, come, let a cheerful voice / Show that we do not grudge at all when others do rejoice.

Philoclea and Pamela sweet, / By chance, in one great house did meet; / And meeting, did so join in heart,

Prometheus, when first from heaven high / He brought down fire, till then on earth not seen; / Fond of delight, a satyr, standing by,

In a groue most rich of shade, / Where birds wanton musicke made, / Maie, then yong, his pide weedes showing,

Who is it that this darke night / Vnderneath my window playneth? / It is one who from thy sight

While fauour fed my hope, delight with hope was brought, / Thought waited on delight, and speech did follow thought; / Then grew my tongue and pen records vnto thy glory,

Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes entendeth, / Which now my breast, surcharg'd, to musick lendeth! / To you, to you, all song of praise is due,

Onely Ioy, now here you are, / Fit to heare and ease my care, / Let my whispering voyce obtaine

Go, my Flocke, go, get you hence, / Seeke a better place of feeding, / Where you may haue some defence

Haue I caught my heau'nly iewell, / Teaching Sleepe most faire to be! / Now will I teach her that she,