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Philip Sidney (Филип Сидни)


Sonnet 86. Alas, Whence Come This Change Of Looks?


Alas, whence come this change of looks? If I
Have chang'd desert, let mine own conscience be
A still-felt plague, to self-condemning me:
Let woe gripe on my heart, shame load mine eye.

But if all faith, like spotless ermine lie
Safe in my soul, which only doth to thee
(As his sole object of felicity)
With wings of love in air of wonder fly,

Oh ease your hand, treat not so hard your slave:
In justice pains come not till faults do call.
Or if I needs, sweet Judge, must torments have,

Use something else to chasten me withal
Than those blest eyes, where all my hopes do dwell.
No doom should make one's heav'n become his hell. 



Philip Sidney's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 106. Oh Absent Presence
  2. Sonnet 97. Dian, That Fain Would Cheer
  3. Сонет 72. О Страсть! подруга всех моих невзгодSonnet 72. Desire, Though Thou My Old Companion Art
  4. Sonnet 80. Sweet Swelling Lip
  5. Sonnet 108. When Sorrow


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