Parthenophil and Parthenophe Sonnettes, Madrigals, Elegies and Odes [by Barnabe Barnes] |
SONNET XCIII.
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Parthenophil and Parthenophe | ||
SONNET XCIII.
[Begges loue which whilome was a dyetie?]
Begges loue which whilome was a dyetie?I list no such proude beggars at my gate:
For almes he mongst cold Arctique folke doth wate,
And sunne-burnt Moores in contrarietie,
Yet sweates, nor freezes more: then is it pietie
To be remorse-full at his bare estate,
His reach he racketh at an higher rate,
He ioynes with proudest in societie:
His eyes are blind (for-sooth) and men must pittie
A naked poore boy which doth no man harme,
He is not blind, such beggar boyes be wittie
For he markes, hittes, and woundes harts with his arme,
Nor coldest North can stoppe his naked race,
For (where he comes) he warmeth euery place.
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