Sir Philip Sidney - Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXX (Whether the Turkish new moon minded be) lyrics

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 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, cumbered with good manners, answer do, But know not how, for still I think of you.