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Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
"Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart and write."
Astrophel and Stella (1591)
Have I caught my heav'nly jewel.
Astrophel and Stella (1591)
Come 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,
The indifferent judge between the high and low.
Astrophel and Stella (1591)
Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame,
Who seek, who hope, who love, who live but thee;
Thine eyes my pride, thy lips mine history:
If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.
Astrophel and Stella (1591)