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Parthenophil and Parthenophe

Sonnettes, Madrigals, Elegies and Odes [by Barnabe Barnes]

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SONNET XCII.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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SONNET XCII.

[VVilt thou know wonders by thy bewtie wrought?]

VVilt thou know wonders by thy bewtie wrought?
Behold (not seene) an endlesse burning fier
Of fancies fuell, kindled with a thought,
VVithout a flame, yet still inflamed hyer:
No flames appearance, yet continuall smoake
Drawne coole to kindle, breath'd out hot agayne:
Two dy'mondes, which this secret fier prouoke,
Making two christalls with their heate to rayne:
A skinne, where bewteous graces reste at ease:
A tongue, whose sweetnesse mazes all the muses:
And yet, an hart of marble match't with these
A tongue (besides) which sweet replyes refuses.

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These wonders by thy bewtie wrought alone,
Through thy proude eye, which made thine hart astone.