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Parthenophil and Parthenophe

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

Barnes, Barnabe (1569?-1609)

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[Go barstard Orphan packe thee hence]

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SONNET XXXIIII.

SONNET XXXV.

SONNET XXXVIII.

SONNET LXXIIII.

SONNET LXXVIII.

SONNET LXXXIII.

SONNET LXXXIIII.

SONNET LXXXVII.

SONNET LXXXVIII.

ODES PASTORALL.

TO THE RIGHT NOBLE Lord, Henry Earle of Northumberland.

TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE MOST renowned and valiant, Robert Earle of Essex, and Ewe, &c.

TO THE RIGHT NOBLE AND VERtuous Lord, Henry Earle of Southampton.

TO THE MOST VERTVOVS LEARned and bewtifull Lady Marie Countesse of Penbrooke.

TO THE RIGHT VERTVOVS AND most bewtifull Lady the Lady Straunge.

TO THE BEAVTIFVLL LADY THE Lady Brigett Manners.

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SONNET XXXV.

[Next when my sunne by progresse tooke his hold]

Next when my sunne by progresse tooke his hold
In Cancer of my mistresse craftie minde,
How retrograde seem'd she, when as I told
That in his clawes such torches I did finde,
VVhich if she did not to my teares lay plaine
That they might quenched be from their outrage,
My loues hot Iune should be consum'd in payne
Vnlesse her pittie make my greefe asswage.
Oh how she frownes, and like the Crabbe backe turnes

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VVhen I request her put her beames apart:
Yet with her beames my soules delight she burnes:
She pities not to thinke vpon my smart
Nor from her Cancers clawes can I depart,
For there the torch of my red-hot desier
Greeues, and releeues me, with continuall fier.