Thomas Copeland
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first heard Aug 2026
last heard 3 Aug
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Is sauciness reward of courtesy?
Cannot such grace your silly self-content that you must needs with those lips billing be, and through those lips drink nectar from that tongue?
Leave that, Sir Phip, lest off your neck be wrung.
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highway since you my chief parnassus be and that my muse to some ears not unsweet tempers her words to trampling horses feet more oft than to a chamber melody now blessed you bear onward blessed me to her where i my heart safe left shall meet my muse and i must you of duty greet with thanks and wishes wishing thankfully
Be you still fair, honored by public heed, By no encroachment wronged, nor time forgot, Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed.
And that you know I envy you no lot of highest wish, I wish you no such bliss, Hundreds of years you Stella's feet may kiss.
End of Poems 61-84
section four of astrophel and stella by sir philip sidney this librivox recording is in the public domain read by thomas copeland poems eighty five one hundred eight eighty five i see the house my heart thyself contain beware full sails drown not thy tottering barge lest joy by nature apt sprites to enlarge thee to thy rack beyond thy limits
nor do like lords whose weak confused brain not pointing to fit folks each under charge while every office themselves will discharge with doing all leave nothing done but pain
but give apt servants their due place let eyes see beauty's total sum summed in her face let ears hear speech which wit to wonder ties let breath suck up those sweets let arms embrace the globe of weal lips love's indentures make thou but of all the kingly tribute take eighty six
alas whence came this change of looks if i have changed 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
o ease your hand treat not so hard your slave in justice pains come not till faults do call or if i need 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 heaven become his hell eighty seven
when i was forced from stella ever dear stella food of my thoughts heart of my heart stella whose eyes make all my tempests clear by stella's laws of duty to depart alas i found that she with me did smart i saw that tears did in her eyes appear i saw that sighs her sweetest lips did part and her sad words my saddest sense did hear
For me I wept to see pearls scattered so.
I sighed her sighs and wailed for her woe.
Yet, swam in joy, such love in her was seen.
Thus, while the effect most bitter was to me, and nothing than the cause more sweet could be, I had been vexed, if vexed I had not been.
EIGHTY-EIGHT
out traitor absence darest thou counsel me from my dear captainess to run away because in brave array here marcheth she that to win me oft shows a present pay
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