William A. Ringler, Jr. (ed.), The Poems of Sir Philip Sidney
Geron. In faith, good Histor, long is your delay,
Critical Apparatus2From holy marriage, sweete and surest meane
Critical Apparatus3Our foolish lustes in honest rules to stay.
5Thou seest, how friske, and jolly now he is,
Critical Apparatus6That last day seem'd, he could not chew a beane.
7 Beleeve me man, there is no greater blisse,
8Then is the quiet joy of loving wife;
9Which who so wants, halfe of himselfe doth misse.
10 Friend without change, playfellow without strife,
11Foode without fulnes, counsaile without pride,
12Is this sweet doubling of our single life.pg 104 13
Histor. No doubt to whom so good chance did betide,
Critical Apparatus14As for to finde a pasture strowed with golde,
15He were a foole, if there he did not bide.
16 Who would not have a Ph œnix if he could ?
17The humming Waspe, if it had not a stinge,
Critical Apparatus18Before all flies the Waspe accept I would.
Critical Apparatus19 But this bad world, few golden fieldes doth bring,
20Ph œnix but one, of Crowes we milllions have:
Editor’s Note21The Waspe seemes gay, but is a combrous thing.
22 If many Kalaes our Arcadia gave,
23Lalus' example I would soone ensue,
24And thinke, I did my selfe from sorrow save.
25 But of such wives we finde a slender crew;
Critical Apparatus26Shrewdnes so stirres, pride so puffes up their hart,
27They seldome ponder what to them is due.
28 With meager lookes, as if they still did smart;
29Puiling, and whimpring, or else scolding flat,
30Make home more paine then following of the cart.
32Still contrarie to what her husband sayes;
33If he do praise the dog, she likes the cat.
34 Austere she is, when he would honest playes;
35And gamesome then, when he thinkes on his sheepe;
36She bids him goe, and yet from jorney stayes.
Critical Apparatus37 She warre doth ever with his kinsfolke keepe,
39Envying shallow toyes with malice deepe.
40 And if forsooth there come some new found ware,
Critical Apparatus41The little coine his sweating browes have got,
Critical Apparatus42Must goe for that, if for her lowres he care:
Editor’s Note44That ever fell to honest woman yet:
Critical Apparatus45No wife but I hath such a man, God wot'.
46 Such is their speech, who be of sober wit;
pg 105Critical Apparatus47But who doo let their tongues shew well their rage,
Editor’s Note48Lord, what bywords they speake, what spite they spit ?
49 The house is made a very lothsome cage,
50Wherein the birde doth never sing but cry;
Critical Apparatus51With such a will that nothing can asswage.
52 Dearely the servants doo their wages buy,
Critical Apparatus53Revil'd for ech small fault, sometimes for none:
Critical Apparatus54They better live that in a gaile doo lie.
55 Let other fowler spots away be blowne;
56For I seeke not their shame, but still me thinkes,
Critical Apparatus57A better life it is to lye alone.58
Geron. Who for ech fickle feare from vertue shrinkes,
Critical Apparatus59Shall in this life embrace no worthy thing:
60No mortall man the cuppe of suretie drinkes.
61 The heav'ns doo not good haps in handfuls bring,
63That still our little world may know his king.
64 But certainly so long we may be glad,
Critical Apparatus65While that we doo what nature doth require,
66And for th'event we never ought be sad.
Editor’s Note67 Man oft is plag'de with aire, is burnt with fire,
68In water dround, in earth his buriall is;
69And shall we not therefore their use desire ?
70 Nature above all things requireth this,
71That we our kind doo labour to maintaine;
Editor’s Note72Which drawne-out line doth hold all humane blisse.
Critical Apparatus73 Thy father justly may of thee complaine,
Critical Apparatus74If thou doo not repay his deeds for thee,
75In granting unto him a grandsire's gaine.
76 Thy common-wealth may rightly grieved be,
77Which must by this immortall be preserved,
Critical Apparatus78If thus thou murther thy posteritie.
79 His very being he hath not deserved,
80Who for a selfe-conceipt will that forbeare,
pg 10681Whereby that being aye must be conserved.
82 And God forbid, women such cattell were,
83As you paint them: but well in you I finde,
Critical Apparatus84No man doth speake aright, who speakes in feare.
85 Who onely sees the ill is worse then blind.
Critical Apparatus86These fiftie winters maried have I beene;
87And yet finde no such faults in womankind.
88 I have a wife worthie to be a Queene,
89So well she can command, and yet obay;
Critical Apparatus90In ruling of a house so well shee's seene.
Critical Apparatus91 And yet in all this time, betwixt us tway,
92We beare our double yoke with such consent,
Critical Apparatus93There never past foule word, I dare well say.
Critical Apparatus94 But these be your love-toyes, which still are spent
95In lawlesse games, and love not as you should,
96But with much studie learne late to repent.
98Blinde Cupid's workes with wonder testifie ?
99Yet now the roote of him abase you would.
100 Goe to, goe to, and Cupid now applie
101To that where thou thy Cupid maist avowe,
102And thou shalt finde, in women vertues lie.
Critical Apparatus103 Sweete supple mindes which soone to wisdome bowe
Critical Apparatus104Where they by wisdome's Rules directed are,
Critical Apparatus105And are not forst fonde thraldome to allow.
106 As we to get are fram'd, so they to spare:
Critical Apparatus107We made for paine, our paines they made to cherish:
Critical Apparatus108We care abroad, and they of home have care.
109 O Histor, seeke within thy selfe to flourish:
110Thy house by thee must live, or els be gone:
111And then who shall the name of Histor nourish ?
Critical Apparatus112 Riches of children passe a Prince's throne;
113Which touch the father's hart with secret joy,
Critical Apparatus114When without shame he saith, 'these be mine owne'.
pg 107115 Marrie therefore; for marriage will destroy
Critical Apparatus116Those passions which to youthfull head doo clime,
117Mothers and Nurses of all vaine annoy.