When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
Philip Sidney
Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies!
When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance
In nature apt to like when I did see
His mother dear Cupid offended late,
Whether the Turkish new moon minded be
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!