Sonnet 23

Philip Sidney (1554–1586) · 1591

iambic pentameter · 14 lines · from Astrophel and Stella

The curious wits, seeing dull pensivenesBewray it selfe in my long setled eyes:Whence those same fumes of mellancholie rise,With idle paines and missing ayme do gesse;Some that know how, my spring I did adresse,Deem’d that my Muse some fruite of knowledge plyes:Others, because the Prince my service tryes,Thinke that I thinke, State errors to redresse;But harder Judges, judge ambitious rage,(Scourge of it selfe, still clyming slippery place)Holds my young braine captiv’d in golden cage.O fooles, or over-wise, alas the case;Of all my thoughts have neither stop nor start,But onely Stellas eyes, and Stellas hart.

Words in this poem

curious a.
Difficult to please or satisfy; solicitous to be correct; careful; scrupulous; nice; exact. [OF. curios, curius, F. curieux, L. curiosus careful, inquisitive, fr. cura care. See Cure.]
bewray v. t.
To expose; to reveal; to disclose; to betray. [OE. bewraien, biwreyen; pref. be- + AS. wr to accuse, betray; akin to OS. wr, OHG. ruog, G. rügen, Icel. rægja, Goth. wr to accuse.]
ayme n.
The utterance of the ejaculation [Cf. F. ahi interj.]
scourge n.
A lash; a strap or cord; especially, a lash used to inflict pain or punishment; an instrument of punishment or discipline; a whip. [F. escourgée, fr. L. excoriata (sc. scutica) a stripped off (lash or whip), fr. excoriate to strip, to skin. See Excoriate.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Sonnet 23 is in the public domain. This text is taken from Sir P.S.: His Astrophel and Stella Wherein the excellence of sweete poesie is concluded, Project Gutenberg ebook #56375; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Philip Sidney, Sonnet 23, in Astrophel and Stella (1591), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #56375, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/sidney-astrophel/sonnet-23.html, id L04779.

Form and metre

Sonnet 23 is 14 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%). 93% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.1 syllables. 7% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 -AABBAABCDCDEE pensivenes · eyesA · riseA · gesseB · adresseB · plyesA · tryesA · redresseB · rageC · placeD · cageC · caseD · startE · hartE
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
The curious wits, seeing dull pensivenes10·/˘·/˘····
Bewray it selfe in my long setled eyes:10˘/······˘·
Whence those same fumes of mellancholie rise,10··········
With idle paines and missing ayme do gesse;11·/˘··/˘/˘··
Some that know how, my spring I did adresse,10··········
Deem’d that my Muse some fruite of knowledge plyes:10·······/˘·
Others, because the Prince my service tryes,10/˘·····/˘·
Thinke that I thinke, State errors to redresse;10·····/˘···
But harder Judges, judge ambitious rage,10·/˘/˘·˘/˘·
(Scourge of it selfe, still clyming slippery place)10·······/˘·
Holds my young braine captiv’d in golden cage.10·······/˘·
O fooles, or over-wise, alas the case;10······˘/··
Of all my thoughts have neither stop nor start,10·····/˘···
But onely Stellas eyes, and Stellas hart.10·/˘/˘··/˘·

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