...Tome, that feel the like, thy ftate defcries. Then ev'n of fel/owfhip, O Mobff, tell me, Is conftant Love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there...they be ? Do they above love to be lov'd, and yet Thofe lovers fcorn, whom that love doth poflefs * Do they call Versue there Ungratefulnefs ? XXXII....

...me, that feel the like, thy fíate defcries. Then ev'n of fellowíliip, O Moon, tell me, Is confiant Love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there...they be ? Do they above love to be lov'd , and yet Thofe lovers fçorn, whom that love doth poffcfs* Do they call Vertue there Ungratefulnefs? p) tint»...

...To me that feel the like thy state deseries. Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me, Is eonstant out of plaee. The grim logieian seorn whom that love doth possess ? Do they eall virtue there ungratefulness ? Come, Sleep, O Sleep,...

...skill. Of the poetry which flowed from her ladyship's Then, ev'n of fellowship, O Moone, tell me ,1s constant Love deem'd there but want of wit ? Are Beauties...they above love to be lov'd, and yet Those Lovers scorne whom that Love doth possesse ? Do they call Vertue there ungratefulnesse ? TO SLEEPE. Come,...

...read it in thy looks, thy languish'd grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries. Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me, Is constant love deem'd...yet Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth possess? SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. COME, Sleep — O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting place of wit, the...

...read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries, Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me, Is constant love deem'd...as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth possess ? Do they call virtue there — ungratefulness...

...read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries. Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me, Is constant love deem'd...proud as here they be ? Do they "above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth pogsess ? Do they call virtue there — ungratefutness?...

...languish't grace To me, that feele the like, thy state deseries. Then, ev'n of fellowship, O moone, tell me, Is constant love deem'd there but want of...they above love to be lov'd, and yet Those lovers seorne, whom that love doth possesse ? Do they call vertue there ungratefulnesse ? COME, sleepe: 0...

...languish't grace To me, that feele the like, thy state descries. Then, ev'n of fellowship, O moone, tell me, Is constant love deem'd there but want of...they above love to be lov'd, and yet Those lovers scorne, whom that love doth possesse ? Do they call vertue there ungratefulnesse ? COME, sleepe : 0...

...read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries. Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me, Is constant love deem'd...as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth possess ? Do they call virtue there — ungratefulness...