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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