Syr P.S. His Astrophel and Stella Wherein the excellence of sweete poesie is concluded. To the end of which are added, sundry other rare sonnets of diuers noble men and gentlemen.
Sidney, Philip, Sir, 1554-1586., Newman, Thomas, fl. 1587-1598. aut, Nash, Thomas, 1567-1601. aut, Daniel, Samuel, 1562-1619. aut

Fourth Sonnet.

ONely Ioy, now here you are,
Fit to heare and ease my care;
Let my whispering voyce obtaine
Sweete rewards for sharpest paine:
Take me to thee, and thee to mee.
No no no no, my Deare let bee.
2
Night hath closde all in her cloke,
Twinckling starres loue thoughts prouoke,
Danger hence good care doth keepe,
Iealozie himselfe doth sleepe:
Take me to thee, and thee to mee.
No no no no, my Deare let bee.
3
Better place no wit can finde
Cupids knot to loose or binde,
These sweete flowers, our fine bed too,
Vs in their best language wooe:
Take mee to thee, and thee to mee:
No no no no, my Deare let be.
4
This smal light the Moone bestoes,
Serues thy beames for to disclose,
So to raise my heart more hie;
Feare not, els none can vs spie:
Take me to thee and thee to mee.
No no no no, my Deare let bee.
5
That you heard was but a mouse,
Dumbe Sleepe holdeth all the house,
Page  50Yet a sleepe (me thinkes) they say,
Yong fooles, take time while you may:
Take me to thee, and thee to mee.
No no no no, my Deare let bee.
6
Niggard time threates if we misse
This large offer of our blisse,
Long stay ere she graunt the same:
Sweet then, while ech thing doth frame
Take me to thee and thee to mee.
No no no no, my Deare let bee.
7
Your faire Mother is a bed,
Candles out, and curtaines spred;
She thinkes you doo letters write:
VVrite, but first let me endite.
Take mee to thee, and thee to mee:
No no no no, my Deare let be.
8
Sweete, alas why striue you thus?
Concord better fitteth vs;
Leaue to Mars the force of hands,
Your power in your beautie stands.
Take me to thee, and thee to mee.
No no no no, my Deare let bee.
9
VVoe to mee, and doo you sweare
Me to hate but I forbeare?
Curst be my destnies all,
That brought mee so high to fall:
Soone with my death Ile please thee.
No no no no, my Deare let bee.