Parthenophil and Parthenophe Sonnettes, Madrigals, Elegies and Odes [by Barnabe Barnes] |
SONNET LVIII.
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Parthenophil and Parthenophe | ||
SONNET LVIII.
[Fayre Clytie doth florish with the spring]
Fayre Clytie doth florish with the springAnd eftsoones withered like thy golden heare,
And Ioes vyolettes grow florishing,
But soone defac'd which thine eyes semblance beare:
Anemone, with hyacinthe springs pryde,
Like to thy bewtie loose their louely glosse,
So will thy cheekes with graces bewtified
Returne to wrinckles, and to natures drosse:
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Which herbes in them whilst iuyce, and vertues rest,
From some diseases rigour, life defend:
These (as thy selfe) once withred, men detest:
Then loue betimes, these withered flowers of yore
Reuiue: thy bewtie lost returnes no more.
Parthenophil and Parthenophe | ||