Poem by Philip Sidney

Sonnet 30. Whether The Turkish New Moon

Whether the Turkish new moon minded be
To fill his horns this year on Christian coast;
How Poles' right king means, with 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 pleasing Orange tree;

How Ulster likes of that same golden bit
Wherewith my father once made it half tame;
If in the Scotch court be no welt'ring yet:

These questions busy wits to me do frame.
I, cumber'd with good manners, answer do,
But know not how, for still I think of you. 

1. The Bargain
2. Psalm 23
3. Philomela
4. Ring Out Your Bells
5. Leave Me, O Love, Which Reachest But to Dust

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