William A. Ringler, Jr. (ed.), The Poems of Sir Philip Sidney
[Philisides] As I my little flocke on Ister banke
3Did piping leade, the Sunne already sanke
Critical Apparatus5Each thing with mantle black the night doth soothe;
6 Saving the glowe worme, which would curteous be
7 Of that small light oft watching shepheards see.
8The welkin had full niggardly enclosed
Critical Apparatus9In cofer of dimme clowdes his silver groates,
Critical Apparatus10Icleped starres; each thing to rest disposed:
11The caves were full, the mountaines voide of goates:
Critical Apparatus12The birds' eyes closde, closed their chirping notes.
pg 9913 As for the Nightingale, woodmusique's King,
Critical Apparatus14 It August was, he daynde not then to sing.
Critical Apparatus15Amid my sheepe, though I sawe nought to feare,
16Yet (for I nothing sawe) I feared sore;
Critical Apparatus17Then founde I which thing is a charge to beare
Critical Apparatus18For for my sheepe I dreaded mickle more
19Then ever for my selfe since I was bore:
Critical Apparatus20 I sate me downe: for see to goe ne could,
21 And sange unto my sheepe lest stray they should.
Critical Apparatus22The songe I sange old Languet had me taught,
Critical Apparatus23Languet, the shepheard best swift Ister knewe,
Editor’s Note24For clerkly reed, and hating what is naught,
25For faithfull hart, cleane hands, and mouth as true:
26With his sweet skill my skillesse youth he drewe,
27 To have a feeling tast of him that sitts
Critical Apparatus28 Beyond the heaven, far more beyond your witts.
29He said, the Musique best thilke powers pleasd
30Was jumpe Concorde betweene our wit and will:
31Where highest notes to godlines are raisd,
32And lowest sinke not downe to jote of ill:
Critical Apparatus33With old true tales he woont mine eares to fill,
34 How sheepheards did of yore, how now they thrive,
35 Spoiling their flock, or while twixt them they strive.
36He liked me, but pitied lustfull youth:
37His good strong staffe my slippry yeares upbore:
Critical Apparatus38He still hop'd well, because I loved truth;
Critical Apparatus39Till forste to parte, with harte and eyes even sore,
Critical Apparatus41 But thus in oke's true shade recounted he
42 Which now in night's deepe shade sheep heard of me.
pg 100Editor’s Note43Such maner time there was (what time I n'ot)
Critical Apparatus44When all this Earth, this damme or mould of ours,
Critical Apparatus45Was onely won'd with such as beastes begot:
Critical Apparatus46Unknowne as then were they that buylden towers:
47The cattell wild, or tame, in nature's bowers
Critical Apparatus48 Might freely rome, or rest, as seemed them:
Critical Apparatus49 Man was not man their dwellings in to hem.
Editor’s Note50The beastes had sure some beastly pollicie:
Critical Apparatus51For nothing can endure where order n'is.
52For once the Lion by the Lambe did lie;
53The fearefull Hinde the Leopard did kisse:
54Hurtles was Tyger's pawe and Serpent's hisse.
Editor’s Note55 This thinke I well, the beasts with courage clad
56 Like Senators a harmeles empire had.
58(For envie harbreth most in feeblest hartes)
59Or that they all to chaunging did encline,
60(As even in beasts their dammes leave chaunging parts)
61The multitude to fove a suite empartes,
62 With neighing, blaying, braying, and barking,
63 Roring, and howling for to have a King.
64A King, in language theirs they said they would:
65(For then their language was a perfect speech)
67Cackling, and chattring, that of fove beseech.
69 So hastily that which they would repent:
Critical Apparatus70 But sawe they would, and he to deserts went.
71fove wisely said (for wisedome wisely sayes)
Critical Apparatus72'O beasts, take heed what you of me desire.
73Rulers will thinke all things made them to please,
74And soone forget the swincke due to their hire.
75But since you will, part of my heav'nly fire
pg 10176 I will you lende; the rest your selves must give,
77 That it both seene and felte may with you live'.
78Full glad they were and tooke the naked sprite,
79Which streight the Earth yclothed in his claye:
80The Lion, harte; the Ounce gave active might;
81The Horse, good shape; the Sparrow, lust to playe;
82Nightingale, voice, entising songes to saye.
Critical Apparatus83 Elephant gave a perfect memorie:
84 And Parot, ready tongue, that to applie.
85The Foxe gave crafte; the Dog gave flatterie;
86Asse, pacience; the Mole, a working thought;
87Eagle, high looke; Wolfe secrete crueltie:
88Monkie, sweet breath; the Cow, her faire eyes brought;
90 The sheep, mild-seeming face; climing, the Beare;
91 The Stagge did give the harme eschewing feare.
Critical Apparatus92The Hare, her sleights; the Cat, his melancholie;
93Ante, industrie; and Connie, skill to builde;
94Cranes, order; Storkes, to be appearing holie;
Critical Apparatus95Camæleon, ease to chaunge; Ducke, ease to yelde;
96Crocodile, teares, which might be falsely spilde:
98 The instrument of instruments, the hand.
99Ech other beast likewise his present brings:
Critical Apparatus100And (but they drad their Prince they ofte should want)
101They all consented were to give him wings:
102And aye more awe towards him for to plant,
103To their owne worke this priviledge they graunt,
104 That from thenceforth to all eternitie,
105 No beast should freely speake, but onely he.
106Thus Man was made; thus Man their Lord became:
107Who at the first, wanting, or hiding pride,
108He did to beastes' best use his cunning frame;
109With water drinke, herbes meate, and naked hide,
110And fellow-like let his dominion slide;
pg 102Critical Apparatus111 Not in his sayings saying I, but we:
Editor’s Note112 As if he meant his lordship common be.
113But when his seate so rooted he had found,
114That they now skilld not, how from him to wend;
115Then gan in guiltlesse earth full many a wound,
Critical Apparatus116Iron to seeke, which gainst it selfe should bend,
117To teare the bowels, that good corne should send.
118 But yet the common Damme none did bemone;
119 Because (though hurt) they never heard her grone.
Critical Apparatus120Then gan he factions in the beastes to breed;
121Where helping weaker sort, the nobler beastes,
122(As Tygers, leopards, beares, and Lions' seed)
123Disdaind with this, in deserts sought their restes;
124Where famine ravine taught their hungrie chestes,
125 That craftily he forst them to do ill,
Critical Apparatus126 Which being done he afterwards would kill.
Critical Apparatus127For murdre done, which never erst was seene,
Critical Apparatus128By those great beastes, as for the weaker's good,
129He chose themselves his guarders for to bene,
130Gainst those of might, of whom in feare they stood,
131As horse and dogge, not great, but gentle blood:
Critical Apparatus132 Blith were the commons, cattell of the fielde,
Editor’s Note133 Tho when they saw their foen of greatnes kilde.
Editor’s Note134But they or spent, or made of slender might,
Critical Apparatus135Then quickly did the meaner cattell finde,
137For by and by the horse faire bitts did binde:
Critical Apparatus138The dogge was in a coller taught his kinde.
140 When falcon they, and gossehauke saw in mewe.
141Worst fell to smallest birds, and meanest heard,
Critical Apparatus142Who now his owne, full like his owne he used.
143Yet first but wooll, or fethers off he teard:
144And when they were well us'de to be abused,
Critical Apparatus145For hungrie throte their flesh with teeth he brused:
pg 103146 At length for glutton taste he did them kill:
Critical Apparatus147 At last for sport their sillie lives did spill.
148But yet ô man, rage not beyond thy neede:
Critical Apparatus149Deeme it no gloire to swell in tyrannic
Critical Apparatus150Thou art of blood; joy not to make things bleede:
151Thou fearest death; thinke they are loth to die.
152A plaint of guiltlesse hurt doth pierce the skie.
153 And you poore beastes, in patience bide your hell,
Editor’s Note154 Or know your strengths, and then you shall do well.
Critical Apparatus155Thus did I sing, and pipe eight sullen houres
156To sheepe, whom love, not knowledge, made to heare,
Editor’s Note157Now fancie's fits, now fortune's balefull stowers:
Critical Apparatus158But then I homeward call'd my lambkins deare:
Critical Apparatus159For to my dimmed eyes beganne t'appeare
160 The night growne old, her blacke head waxen gray,
Critical Apparatus161 Sure shepherd's signe, that morne would soone fetch day.