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Title:  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.
Author: Sidney, Philip, Sir, 1554-1586.
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A rightfull Prince by vnrightfull deeds a Tyrant groweth.11Loe you grow proud with this, for Tyrants makes folk bow:Of foule rebellion then I do appeach thee now,Rebels by Natures lawes rebel by way of reason;Thou sweetest subiect wert borne in the Realme of Loue,And yet against thy Prince, thy force dost daily proue,No vertue merits praise, once toucht with blot of Treason.12But valiant Rebels oft in fooles mouths purchase fame,I now then staine thy white with blackest blot of shame,Both Rebel to the Sonne, and vagrant from the Mother;For wearing Venus badge, in euery part of thee,Vnto Dianaes traine thou runnaway didst flie:Who faileth one is false, though trustie to another.13VVhat is not this enough, nay farre worse commeth here:A Witch I say thou art, though thou so faire appeare.For I protest, mine eyes neuer thy sight enioyeth,But Im mee am chang'd, I am aliue and dead.My feete are turn'd to rootes, my heart becommeth lead,No witchcraft is so ill, as which mans minde destroyeth,14Yet Witches may repent, thou art farre worse than they:Alas, that I am forst such euill of thee to say:I say thou art a Diuel though cloathd in Angels shining:For thy face tempts my soule to leaue the heauens for thee,And thy words of refuse doo powre euen hell on mee:Who tempts, and tempted plagues are Diuels in true desining.15You then vngrateful theefe, you murthering Tyrant you,You Rebel runnaway to Lord and Lady vntrue,You witch, you Diuel (alas) you still of me beloued,You see what I can say; mend yet your froward minde,And such skill in my Muse you reconcil'd shall finde,That by these cruell words your praises shalbe proued.0