Thomas Copeland

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365 appearances 1 recordings 1 series first heard Aug 2026 last heard 3 Aug

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Story of King Arthur, in Twelve Tales · Astrophel and Stella-Sir Philip Sidney · 3 Aug 2026 podcast

twenty one your words my friend right healthful caustics blame my young mind marr'd whom love doth windless sow that mine own writings like bad servants show my wits quick in vain thoughts in virtue lame that plato i read for naught but if he tame such cultish years

that to my birth i owe nobler desires lest else that friendly foe great expectation were a train of shame for since mad march great promise made of me if now the may of my years much decline what can be hoped my harvest-time will be sure you say well your wisdom's golden mine dig deep with learning spade now tell me this hath this world aught so fair as stella is

twenty two in highest way of heaven the sun did ride progressing then from fair twin's golden place having no scarf of clouds before his face but shining forth of heat in his chief pride when some fair ladies by hard promise tied on horseback met him in his furious race yet each prepared with fan's well-shading grace from that foe's wounds their tender skins to hide

stella alone with face unarmed marched either to do like him which open shone or careless of the wealth because her own yet with the hid and meaner beauties parched her daintiest bear went free the cause was this the sun which others burned did her but kiss twenty three

the curious wits seeing dull pensiveness bewray itself in my long-settled eyes whence those same fumes of melancholy rise with idle pains and missing aim to guess some that know how my spring i did address deem that my muse some fruit of knowledge plies others because the prince my service tries think that i think state errors to redress

but harder judges judge ambition's rage scourge of itself still climbing slippery place holds my young brain captived in golden cage o fools or over-wise alas the race of all my thoughts hath neither stop nor start but only stella's eyes and stella's heart twenty four

rich fools there be whose base and filthy heart lies hatching still the goods wherein they flow and damning their own selves to tantal smart wealth breeding want more rich more wretched grow yet to those fools heaven such wit doth impart that what their hands do hold their heads do know and knowing love and loving lay apart as sacred things far from all dangers show

but that rich fool who by blind fortune's lot the richest gem of love and life enjoys, and can with foul abuse such beauties blot, let him, deprived of sweet but unfelt joys, exiled for aye from those high treasures which he knows not, grow in only folly rich.

twenty five the wisest scholar of the white most wise by phoebus doom with sugared sentence says that virtue if it once met with our eyes strange flames of love it in our souls would raise

for that man with pain this truth descries while he each thing and senses balance weighs and so nor will nor can behold those skies which inward sun to heroic mind displays virtue of late with virtuous care to stir love of herself took stella's shape that she to mortal eyes might sweetly shine in her

it is most true for since i heard it see virtue's great beauty in that face i prove and find the effect for i do burn in love twenty six

though dusty wits dare scorn astrology and fools can think those lamps of purest light whose numbers ways greatness eternity promising wonders wonder to invite to have for no cause birthright in the sky but for to spangle the black weeds of night or for some brawl which in that chamber high they should still dance to please a gazer's sight

For me, I do nature unidle know, and know great causes great effects procure, and know those bodies high reign on the low.

And if these rules did fail, proof makes me sure, who oft forejudge my after-following race, by only those two stars in Stella's face.

because i oft in dark abstracted guise seem most alone in greatest company with dearth of words or answers quite awry to them that would make speech of speech arise they deem and of their doom the rumour flies that poison foul of bubbling pride doth lie so in my swelling breast that only i fawn on myself and others do despise

yet pride i think doth not my soul possess which looks too oft in his unflattering glass but one worse fault ambition i confess that makes me oft my best friend's overpass unseen unheard while thought to highest place bends all his powers even unto stella's grace twenty eight

you that with allegory's curious frame of others children changelings used to make with me those pains for god's sake do not take

i list not dig so deep for brazen fame when i say stella i do mean the same princess of beauty for whose only sake the reins of love i love though never slake and joy therein though nations count it shame

i beg no subject to use eloquence nor in hid ways do guide philosophy look at my hands for no such quintessence but know that i in pure simplicity breathe out the flames which burn within my heart love only reading unto me this art twenty nine

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