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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04567	Parthenophil and Parthenophe Sonnettes, madrigals, elegies and odes. To the right noble and vertuous gentleman, M. William Percy Esquier, his deerest friend.	Barnes, Barnabe, 1569?-1609.	1593 (1593)	STC 1469; ESTC S118785	63,331	164

withered wrinckles in my carefull browes Figure from whence they drew those crooked markes Downe from the Thracean mountaines okes of might And loftie firres into the valley fall Sure signe where Boreas hath vsurp'te his right And that long there no Syluanes dally shall Fieldes with prodigious inundatious drown'de For Neptunes rage with Amphitrite weepe My lookes and passions likewise shewe my wounde And how some fayre regard did strike it deepe These braunches blasted trees and fieldes so watred For wrinckles sighes and teares fore shew thine hatred SONNET LXX What can these wrinckles and vayne teares portende But thine hard fauour and indurate hart What shew these sighes which from my soule I send But endlesse smoake raiz'd from a fierie smart Canst thou not pittie my deepe wounded brest Canst thou not frame those eyes to cast a smile Wylt thou with no sweet sentence make me blest To make amendes wilt thou not sport a while Shall we not once with our opposed eyne In inter change send golden dartes rebated With short reflection twixt thy browes and mine Whilest loue with thee of my greefes hath debated Those eyes of loue were made for loue to see And cast reguardes on others not on mee SONNET LXXI Those haires of Angels gold thy natures treasure For thou by nature Angellike art framed Those louely browes broade bridges of sweet pleasure Arche two cleare springs of graces gratious named There graces infinite do bathe and sporte Vnder on both sides those two pretious hilles Where Phoeb'e and Venus haue a seuerall forte Her couche with snowie lillyes Phoebe filles But Venus with redde Roses her 's adorneth There they with silent tokens doe dispute VVhilst Phoebe Venus Venus Phoebe scorneth And all the graces Iudgers there sit mute To giue their verdict till great Ioue said this Dianaes arrowes wounde not like thy kisse SONNET LXXII My mistresse bewtie matched with the graces Twix't Phoeb ' and Iuno should be Iudged there Where she with maske had vayl'd the louely places And graces in like sort I masked were But when their louely bewties were disclos'd This Nymphe quoth Iuno all the graces passeth For bewteous fauours in her face dispos'd Loues goddesse in loues graces she surpasseth She doth not passe the graces Phoebe sade Though in her cheekes the graces richly sitte For they be subiectes to her bewtie made The glorie for this fayre Nymphe is most fitte There in her cheekes the graces blush for shame That in her cheekes to striue the subiectes came SONNET LXXIII Why did rich nature graces gr●…nt to thee Since thou art such a niggar●… of thy grace Or how can graces in thy body bee Where neither they nor pittie finde a place Ah they bene handmaydes to thy bewties furie Making thy face to tyrannise on men Condemn'd before thy bewtie by loues Iurie And by thy frownes adiudg'd to sorrowes den Graunt me some grace for thou with grace art wealthie And kindely mayst afforde some gratious thing Mine hopes all as my minde weake and vnhealthie All her lookes gratious yet no grace do bring To me poore wretche yea be the graces theare But I the furies in my brest doe beare SONNET LXXIIII Cease ouer-tyred muses to complayne In vayne thou powers out wordes in vayne thy teares In vayne thou writes thy verses all in vayne For to the rockes and wall which neuer heares Thou speakes and sendes complaintes which finde no grace But why compaire I thee to rockes and walles Yes thou discendes from stones and rockes by race ' But rockes will answere to the latter calles Yea rockes will speake each sentences last word And in each sillabe of that word agree But thou nor last nor first wilt me afford Hath pride or nature bred this fault in thee Nature and pride haue wrought in thee these euils For women are by nature proude as diuels SONNET LXXV Loue is a name too louely for the god He naked goes redde colour'd in his skinne And bare all as a boy fitte for a rod Hence into Africke there seeke out thy kinne Amongst the Moores and swarthie men of Inde Me thou of ioyes and sweet content hast hindred Hast thou consum'd me and art of my kinde Hast thou in●…ag'd me yet art of my kindered Nay Ismarus or Rhodope thy father Or craggie Caucasus thy crabbed sier Vesuuius else or was it Aetna rather For thou how many doest consume with fier Fierce Tygres VVolues and Panthers gaue the sucke For lou●…ly Venus had not such ●…uill lucke SONNET LXXVI Be blind mine eyes which saw that stormie frowne Wither long-watring lippes which may not kisse Pyne armes which wisht ' for sweet embraces missee And vpright parts of pleasure fall you downe VVast wanton tender thighes consume for this To her thighes elmes that you were not made vynes And my long pleasure in her body grafted But at my pleasure her sweet thoughtes repines Mine hart with her faire colours should be wafted Throughout this Oceane of my deepe dispaier VVhy doe I longer liue but me prepaier My life togather with my ioyes to finish And long eare this had I dyed with my care But hope of ioyes to come did all dim●…ish SONNET LXXVII How can I liue in mindes or bodies health VVhen all foure elementes my greefes conspier Of all harts ioyes depriuing me be stelth All yeelding poysons to my long desier The fire with heates extreames mine hart enraging Water in teares from dispaires fountaine flowing My soule in sighes ayer to loues soule ingaging My fancies coales earthes melancholie blowing Thus these by nature made for my releefe Through that bold charge of thine Imperious eye Turne all their graces into bitter greefe And I were dead should any of them dye And they my bodies substance all be sicke It followes then I cannot long be quicke SONNET LXXVIII The proudest Planet in his highest Spheare Saturne inthronist in thy frowning browes Next aufull Ioue thy maiestie doth beare And vnto dreadfull Mars thy courage bowes Drawne from thy noble grandfathers of might Among'st the laurell crowned Poetes sweete And sweet Musitions take the place by right For Phoebus with thy graces thought it meete Venus doth sit vpon thy lippes and chinne And Hermes hath inrich't thy wittes deuine Phoebe with chast desiers thine hart did winne The Planettes thus to thee their powers resigne Whom Planets honour thus is any such My muse then can not honour her too much SONNET LXXIX Couetous eyes what did you late behold My riuall graced with a sunne-bright smile Where he with secret signes was sweetly told Her thoughtes with winkes which all men might beguile Audacious did I see him kisse that hand Which holdes the reanes of mine vnbridled hart And softely wringing it did closely stand Courting with loue termes and in louers art Next with his fingers kist he toucht her middle Then saucic with presumption vncontrolld To hers from his eyes sent regardes hy riddle At length he kist her cheeke ah me so bold To bandie with bel-gardes

were full Of pleasures bewtie dew'd with Aprill showers My sommer loue whose buddes were bewtifull Youthfull desiers with heates vnmercifull Parched whose seedes when haruest time was come Weare eares against my suites obturate With sheaues of scorne boūd vp which did bènumme Mine heate with greef yet made her hart indurate Oh chast desiers which hel'd her hart immurate In wall 's of Adamante vnfoyled My winter spent in showers of sorrowes teares Haylestones of hatred frostes of feares My braunches bar'de of pleasure and despoiled MADRIGALL 8. Why am I thus in mynde and body wounded Oh mynde and body mortall and deuine On what sure rocke is your forte grounded On death Ah no for at it you repine Nay both intombed in her bewties shrine Will liue tho shadowlike that men astounded At their Anatomies when they shall vewe it May pitifull rewe it Yea but her murthering bewtie doth so shine Oh yet much mercilesse That hart desiers to liue with her which slew it And tho she still rest pitylesse Yet at her bewtie will I wonder Though sweet graces past repeate Neuer appeare but when the threate Fiering my secret hart with dar●…e and thunder SONNET XLIIII Oh dart and thunder whose fierce violence Surmounting Rhetorickes dart and thunder boultes Can neuer be se●… out in eloquence Whose might all mettles masse a sonder moultes Where be they famous Prophetes of ould Greece Those anchiant Romaine Poetes of acompt Musaeus which went for the Golden Fleece With Iason and did Heroes loues recompt And thou sweet Naso with thy golden vearse Whose louely spirite rauish't Caesars daughter And that sweet Tuskane Petrarke which did pearse His Laura with loue Sonnets when he saught her Where be these all that all these might hauē taught her That sainctes deuine are knowne sainctes by their mercy And sainctlike bewtie should not rage with pearse eye SONNET XLV Sweet bewties rose in whose fayre purple leaues Loues Queene in richest ornament doth lye Whose graces were they not too sweet and hye Might here be seen but since their sight bereaues All sences he that endlesse bottome weaues Which did Penelope who that shall trye Then wonder and in admiration dye At nature-passing natures holy frame Her bewtie thee reuiues thy muse vpheaues To draw coelestiall spirite from the skyes To prayse the worke and worker whence it came This spirite drawne from heauen of thy fayre eyes Whose guilded cognissance left in mine hart Shewes me thy faithfull seruant to my smart SONNET XLVI Ah pearse-eye pearsing eye and blazing light Of thunder thunderblazes burning vppe Oh sunne sunne-melting blind and dazing sight Ah hart downe driuing hart and turning vppe Oh matchlesse bewtie bewties bewtie stayning Sweet damaske rose bud Venus rose of roases Ah fronte Imperious deuties deutie gayning Yet threatfull cloudes did still incloase and cloases Oh lillye leaues when Iuno lillyes leaues In wondring at her coloures grayne distayned Voyce which rockes voyce and mountaines cleaues In sonder at my loues with payne complained Eye lihtning Sunne hart bewties bane vnfained Oh damaske rose proude forhead lillye voyce Ah partiall fortune sore chance fillye choyce SONNET XLVII Giue me mine hart for no man liueth hartlesse And now depriu'd of hart I am but dead And since thou hast it in his tables read Whether he rest at ease in ioyes and smartlesse Whether beholding him thine eyes were dartlesse Or to what bondage his inthral-ment leades Returne deare hart and me to mine restore Ah let me thee possesse returne to mee I finde no meanes deuoyde of skill and artlesse Thether returne where thou triumph't before Let me of him but repossessor bee And when thou giues to me mine hart againe Thy selfe thou doest bestow for thou art shee Whom I call hart and of whom I complaine SONNET XLVIII I wish no rich refinde Arabian gold Nor Orient Indian pearle rare natures wonder No Diamondes th' Aegiptian surges vnder No Rubyes of America deare sold Nor Saphyres which rich Affrike sandes ensold Treasures far distant from this Isle a sender Barbarian Iuories in contempt I hold But onely this this onely Venus graunt That I my sweet Pathenophe may get Her heires no grace of golden wyers want Pure pearles with perfect Rubines are in set True Dyamondes in eyes Saphires in vaynes Nor can I that soft Iuory skinne forget England in one small subiect such containes SONNET XLIX Coole coole in waues thy beames intollerable O sunne no sonne but most vnkinde stepfather By law nor nature sier but rebell rather Foole foole these labours are inextricable A burthen whose weight is importable A Syren which within thy brest doth bath her A fiend which doth in graces garments grath her A fortresse whose force is impregnable From my loues lymbeck still still'd teares oh teares Quench quench mine heate or with your soueraintie Like Nyobe conuert mine hart to marble Or with fast-flowing pyne my body drye And ryd me from dispaires chyll'd feares oh feares Which on mine heben harpes hart strings do warble SONNET L. So warble out your tragique notes of sorrow Blacke harpe of liuer-pyning melancholie Blacke humor patrone of my fancies folie Meere folies which from fancies fier borrow Hot fier which burnes day night midnight and morrow Long morning which prolonges my sorrowes solie And euer ouerules my passions wholie So that my fortune where it first made forrow Shall there remaine and euer shall it plowe The bowels of mine hart mine harts hot bowells And in their forrowes sow the seedes of loue Which thou didst sow and newly spring vp now And make me write vayne wordes no wordes but vowells For nought to me good consonant would proue SONNET LI. Lame consonants of member-vowells robbed What perfect-sounding wordes can you compose Wherein you might my sorrowes flame disclose Can you frame mamed wordes as you had throbbed Can you with sighes make signes of passions sobbed Or can your characters make sorrowes showes Can liquids make them I with teares make those But for my teares with taunts and frumpes am b●…bbed Could mutes procure good wordes mute would I bee But then who should my sorrowes image paint No consonants or mutes or liquids will Set out my sorrowes tho with greefe I faint If with no letter but one vowell should bee An A. with H. my Sonnet would fulfill SONNET LII Me thought Calliope did from heauen discend●… To sing fayre mistresse thy sweet bewties 〈◊〉 Thy sweet enchanting voyce did Orpheus r●…e Who with his harpe which downe the gods did sende Coelestiall coneorde to the voyce did lende His musicke all wild beastes so did amaze That they submissiue thy lookes did bende Hilles trees townes bridges from their places wende Hopping and dancing all they windes be still And listen whiles the Nightingalles fulfill With Larkes and Thrushes all defectes of pleasure Springs sang thy prayses in a murmur shill Whiles I inrag'd with musicke out of traunce Like Bacchus preeste did in thy presence daunce MADRIGALL 9. For glorie pleasure and fayre florishing