 | Parthenophil and Parthenophe |  |
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SONNET XVI.
[Yea that accursed deede before insealed]
Yea that accursed deede before insealed,Is argument of thy first constancie:
Which if thou hadst to me before reuealed
I had not pleaded in such feruencie,
Yet this delightes, and makes me triumph much
That myne hart in her body lyes imprisoned:
For (mongst all bay-crown'd conquerors no such
Can make the slauish captiue bost him conquered)
Except Parthenophe, whose fiery gleames
(Like Ioues swift lightning ragen, which rockes pearseth)
Heating them in-lye with his soddeyne beames
And secret golden mynes with melting searseth,
Eft-soones with cannon, his drad rage rehearseth
Yet nought seemes scortched, in apparant sight:
So first she secret burnt, then did affright.
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