Astrophil and Stella
Sonnet 30
Whether the Turkish new moon minded be
To fill her horns this year on Christian coast;
How Poles right king means without leave of host
To warm with ill-made fire cold Muscovy;
If French can yet three parts in one agree:
What now the Dutch in their full diets boast;
How Holland hearts, now so good towns be lost,
Trust in the shade of pleasant Orange-tree;
How Ulster likes of that same golden bit
Wherewith my father once made it half tame;
If in the Scottish court be welt'ring yet;
These questions busy wits to me do frame:
I, cumbered with good manners, answer do,
But know not how; for still I think of you.
Sir Philip Sidney
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