Parthenophil and Parthenophe Sonnettes, Madrigals, Elegies and Odes [by Barnabe Barnes] |
SONNET LXXXVII.
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Parthenophil and Parthenophe | ||
SONNET LXXXVII.
[Burne on sweet fier, for I liue by that fewell]
Burne on sweet fier, for I liue by that fewellWhose smoake is as an incense to my soule:
Each sigh prolonges my smart, be fierce and cruell
(My fayre Parthenophe) frowne, and controule,
Vexe, torture, scaulde, disgrace me, do thy will,
Stoppe vp thine eares, with flint immure thine hart,
And kill me with thy lookes, if they would kill:
Thine eyes, those christall phialls, which impart
The perfect balme, to my dead-wounded brest,
Thine eyes the quiuers, whence those dartes were drawne
Which me to thy loues bondage haue adrest:
Thy smile, and frowne, night starre, and daylightes dawne.
Burne on, frowne on, vexe, stoppe thine eares, torment me,
More for thy bewtie borne, would not repent me.
Parthenophil and Parthenophe | ||