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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

lazie luskines louping Fling out in their new mottley breeches This done with iollye cheare and game The batchler swaines and yong Nymphes mett Where in an arbour they were sett Thether to chuse a Queene they came And soone concluded her fette There with a garland they did crowne Parthenophe my sweet true-loue Whose bewtie all the Nymphes aboue Did put the louely graces downe The swaines with shoutes rockes Ecchoes moue To see the roundes and morisse daunces The leaden galliard's for her sake To heare those songes the shepheardes make One with his hobbie-horse still praunces Whiles some with flowers an high way make There in amantle of light greene Reseru'd by custome for that day Parthenophe they did aray And did create her sommers Queene And ruler of their merrie may SESTINE 3. You loathed fieldes and forrestes Infected with my vayne sighes You stonie rockes and deafe hilles With my complaintes to speake taught You sandie shores with my teares Which learne to wash your drie face Behold and learne in my face The state of blasted forrestes If you would learne to shedde teares Or melt away with oft sighes You shall of me be this taught As I sit vnder these hilles Beating myne armes on these hilles Layd groueling on my leane face My sheepe of me to bleate taught And wander through the forrestes The soddeine windes learne my sighes Auroraes flowers my teares But she that should see my teares Swift skuddeth by the high hilles And sees me spent with long sighes And vewes my blubhered leane face Yet leaues me to the forrestes Whose solitarie pathes taught My woes all comfortes vntaught These sorrowes sighes and salt teares Fit solitarie forrestes These out cryes meete for deafe hilles These teares best-fitting this face This ayer most meete for these sighes Consume consume with these sighes Such sorrowes the to dye taught Which printed are in thy face Whose furroes made with much teares You stonie rockes and high hilles You sandie shores and forrestes Report my seaes of salt teares You whom I nothing els taught But gronings teares and sad sighes ODE 12. One night I did attend my sheepe Which I with watchfull ward did keepe For feare of wolues assaulting For many times the broake my sleepe And would into the cottage creepe Till I sent them out haulting At length me thought about midnight What time cleare Cynthia shined bright Beneath I heard a rumbling At first the noyse did me affright But nought appeared in my sight Yet still heard somewhat tumbling At length good hart I tooke to rise And then my selfe crost three times thrise Hence a sharpe shephooke raught I feard the wolfe had got a prise Yet how he might could not deuise I for his entrance sought At length by moonelight could I espye A little boy did naked lye Frettish't amongst the flocke I him aproched somewhat nye He gron'd as he were like to dye But falsely me did mocke For pittie he crye'd wella-day God maister helpe me if you may For I am almost starued I pittied him when he did pray And brought him to my couch of hay But gesse as I was serued He bare about him a long dart Well guilded with fine painters art And had a pyle of steele On it I looked euery part Said I will this pyle wounde an hart Tuch it quoth he and feele With that I tuch't the iauelinges point Eft-soones it perced to the ioynt And rageth now so fierce That all the balmes which it anointe Cannot preuaile with it a pointe But it myne hart will perce ODE 13. On the plaines Fairie traynes Were a treading measures Satyres plaide Fayries staide At the stoppes set leasures Nymphes beginne To come in Quickly thicke and three fold Now the daunce Now the praunce Presente there to behold On her brest That did best Aiewell rich was placed Flora chose Which of those Best the measures graced When he had Measures lad Parthenophe did get it Nymphes did chide When they trye'd Where the iudgement set it Thus the sayd This faire mayd Whom you gaue the iewell Takes no pleafure To keepe measure But it is too to cruell ODE 14. Harke all you louely Nymphes forlorne With Venus chast Diana meetes And one another friendly greetes Did you not here her wynde an home Then cease fayre Ladyes do not morne Virgines whom Venus made offend Resort into the wood at euen And euery one shall be forgiuen There shall all controuersies end Diana shall be Venus friende Harke Nympes forlorne what is decreede Spottelesse Diana must notfayle But be adrest with Venus vayle Venus must we●…e Dianaes weede This vayle will s●…dow when you neede If any thinke a virgine light Dian'e in Venus vayle excuseth And her Nymphe Phoebes habite vseth These queinte attyres befit you right For each a diuerse garment chuseth ODE 15. Vulcane in Lemnos I le Did golden shaftes compyle For Cupids bowe Then Venus did with honnie sweet To make it please anointe the pyle Cupid belowe Dipp'd it in gall and made it meete Poore wounded creatures to beguile When Mars return'd from warre Shaking his speare a farre Cupid beheld At him in iest Mars shak'd his speare Which Cupid with his darte did barre Which millions quelled Then Mars desierd his darte to beare But soone the waight his force did mar●… Then Mars subdue'd desier'd Since he was with it tyer'd Cupid to take it Nay you shall keepe it Cupid said For first to feele it you requir'de Wound I will make it As deepe as yours you me did feare And for that you shall be fier'd CANZON 3. Sweet is the golden couslippe bright and faire Tentimes more sweet more golden fayre and bright Thy tresses in rich tramell'de knottes resembling Venus swannes backe is louely smooth and white More louely smooth and white his fethers are The filuer lustre os thy browes dissembling Bright are the sunne-beames on the water trembling Much brighter shinning like loues holy fier On the well-watred dya mondes of those eyes Whose heates reflection loues affection tryes Sweet is the sensor whose fume doth aspyer Appeasing loue when for reuenge he flyes More sweet the censor like thy seemely nose Whose bewtie then inuentions wonder h'yer Nyne times nine muses neuer could disclose Sweet Eglantyne I can not but commende Thy modest rosie blush pure white and redde Yet I thy white and redde prayse more and more In my sweet Ladyes cheekes since they be shedde When grapes to full maturitie doe tende So round so redde so sweet all ioye before Continually I long for them therefore To sucke there sweet and with my lippes to tuch Not so much for the muses Nectar sake But that they from thy lippes there purpure take Sweet pardon though I thee compaire to such Proude nature which so white loues doues did make And fram'd their louely heades so white and round How white and rounde it doth exceede so much That nature nothing like thy chynne hath founde Faire Perles which garnish my sweet Ladies necke Faire