Parthenophil and Parthenophe | ||
SONNET XLII.
[Passe all, ah no! no iot will be omitted]
Passe all, ah no! no iot will be omittedNow though my sunne within the water rest
Yet doth his scaulding furie still infest:
Into this signe whiles that my Phœbus flitted
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To me thy water-man bound and adrest
To powre out endlesse droppes vpon that soyle
Which withers most when it is watred best:
Cease floodes, and to your channells make recoyle,
Strange floodes which on my fier burue like oyle:
Thus whiles mine endlesse furies hyer ran,
Thou thou (Parthenophe my rage begunne,
Sending thy beames to heate my fierie sunne:
Thus am I water-man, and fier-man.
Parthenophil and Parthenophe | ||