Parthenophil and Parthenophe | ||
SONNET IX.
[So did Parthenophe release myne hart]
So did Parthenophe release myne hart,So did she robbe me of myne harts rich threasure,
Thus shall she be his bale before they part,
Thus in her loue she made me such hard measure
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Nor any type of my poore harts release
Remaines to me, how shall I take the ceasure
Of her loues forfeture, which tooke such peace
Combyned with a former loue, then cease
To vexe with sorrowes, and thy greefes encrease.
Tis for Parthenophe thou sufferst smart.
Wyl'de natures wound not curable with art
Then cease, with choking sighes and hart-swolln throbbes.
To draw thy breath, broke of with sorrowes sobbes.
Parthenophil and Parthenophe | ||