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Parthenophil and Parthenophe

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

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SONNET XXV.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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SONNET XXV.

[Then count it not disgrace if any vew me]

Then count it not disgrace if any vew me
Some-time to shower downe riuers of salt teares
From tempest of my sighes dispayre-full feares:
Then scorne me not alasse sweet frends but rew me:
Ah pitie pitie me for if you knew me,
How with her lookes mine hart amendes and weares,
Now calme now rageous as my passion beares
You would lament with me, and she which slew me.
She (which Ay me) she which did deadly wound me
And with her bewties balme tho dead keepes liuely
My liuelesse body, and by charmes hath bound me
For thankelesse meede to serue her if she viuely
Could see my sorrowes maze which none can treade
She would be soft, and light, tho flint and lead.