Parthenophil and Parthenophe Sonnettes, Madrigals, Elegies and Odes [by Barnabe Barnes] |
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MADRIGALL 18.
[After Auroraes blush the sunne arose]
After Auroraes blush the sunne arose,And spread his beames:
With whose cleare gleames
My prickles rose-bud vaild his purple leaues,
In whose sweet fouldes, morning did pearles inclose,
Where sunne his beames in Orblike circleweaues,
And them t'inrich stoule those,
Natures bewtie, Phoebus vertue, loues incense:
Whose fauour, sappe, and sauour my sence reaues.
My muse hath these for theames,
They to my muse, my muse to them defence,
Phoebus (sometimes) loues oracles sendes thence.
Thus by my sunne a rose,
(Though a sweet rose pricklesse)
Pricklesse arose, deare prickle!
Which me diseaseth much, though I be sicklesse,
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Saue fauour, sappe, and sauour all be fickle.
Blush not for shame, that thy sunne spreades his beames
My soule in sunder cleaues:
After Auroraes blush, the sunne arose.
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