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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

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as I rent and burne so surie teares Her hardned hart which pittied not my teares The winde shaked trees make murmure in the woode The waters roare at this thrise sacred night The windes come whisking still to note her furies Trees woodes and windes a part in my plaintes bare And knew my woes now ioy to see her kindled See whence she comes with loues enrag'd and kindled The pitchye cloudes in droppes send downe there teares Owles scritche Dogges barke to see her carried bare Wolues yow le and cry Bulles bellow through the wood Rauens croape now now I feele loues fiercest furies See'st ●…hou that blacke goate brought this silent night Through emptie cloudes by 'th daughters of the night See how on him she sittes with loue rage kindled Hether perforce brought with auenge-full furies Now I waxe drousie n●…w cease all my teares Whilst I take rest and slumber neare this woode Ah me Parthenophe naked and bare Come blessed goate that my sweet Lady bare Where hast thou beene Parthenophe this night What could sleepe by this fier of Cypresse woode Which I much longing for thy sake haue kindled Weepe not come loues and wipe away her teares At length yet wilt thou take away my furies Ay me embrace me see those ouglye furies Come to my bed least they behold thee bare And beare thee hence the will not pittie teares And these still dwell in euerlasting night Ah loues sweet loue sweet fiers for vs hath kindled But not inflam'd with franckinsense or woode The furies they shall hence into the woode Whiles Cupid shall make calmer his hot furies And stand appeased at our fier's kindled Ioyne ioyne Parthenophe thy selfe vnbare None can perceiue vs in the silent night Now will I cease from sighes lamentes and teares And cease Parthenophe sweet cease thy teares Beare golden Apples thornes in euery woode Ioyne heauens for we conioyne this heauenly night Let Alder trees beare Apricockes dye furies And Thistles Peares which prickles lately bare Now both in one with equall flame be kindled Dye magicke bowes now dye which late were kindled Here is mine heauen loues droppe in steede of teares It ioynes it ioynes ah both embracing bare Let Nettles bring forth Roses in each ●…oede Last euer verdant woodes hence former furies Oh dye liue ioye what last continuall night Sleepe Phoebus still with Thetis rule still night I melt in loue loues marrow-flame is kindled Here will I be consum'd in loues sweet furies I melt I melt watche Cupid my loue-teares If these be furies oh let me be woode If all the fierie element I bare T is now acquitted cease your former teares For as she once with rage my bodie kindled So in hers am I buried this night FINIS TO THE RIGHT NOBLE Lord Henry Earle of Northumberland Deigne mightie Lord these verses to peruse Which my blacke mournfull muse presenteth here Blushing at her first entrance in for feare Where of her selfe her selfe she doth accuse And seeking Patronage bold meanes doth vse To shew that dewtie which in hart I beare To your thrise noble house which shall out weare Deuouring time it selfe if my poore muse Deuine aright whose vertuous excellence She craues her ruder stile to patronise Voutch-safe then noble Lord to giue defence Who when her brighter glorie shall arise Shall flye to fetche fame from her fort of brasse VVhich with your vertues through the world shall passe TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE MOST renowned and valiant Robert Earle of Essex and Ewe c. Voutchsafe thrise valiant Lord this verse to reade When time from cares of more importe permittes The too deare charge of mine vncharged wittes And that I do my lighter muses leade To kisse your sacred handes I myldely pleade For pardon where all gracious vertue sittes Since time of yoare there Lordes first fruite admittes My bashfull muse which lost her mayden-head In too deare trauell of my restlesse loue To you my Lord her first borne babe presentes Vnworthie such a patrone for her lightnesse Yet deigne her zeale though not the light contentes Till from your vertues registred aboue To make her loue more knowne she borrow brightnesse TO THE RIGHT NOBLE AND VERtuous Lord Henry Earle of Southampton Receaue sweet Lord with thy thrise-sacred hande Which sacre●… muses make their instrument These worthlesse leaues which I to thee present Sprong from a rude and vnmanured lande That with your countenance grac'de they may withstande Hundred ey'de enuies rough encounterment Whose patronage can giue encouragement To scorne back-wounding Zoilus his bande Voutch-safe right vertuous Lord with gracious eyes Those heauenly lampes which giue the muses light Which giue and take in course that holy fier To vewe my muse with your iudiciall sight Whom when time shall haue taught by flight to rise Shall to thy vertues of much worth aspyer TO THE MOST VERTVOVS LEARned and bewtifull Lady Marie Countesse of Penbrooke Pride of our English Ladies neuer match'te Great fauourer of Phoebus of-spring In whom euen Phoebus is most florishing Muses cheefe comfort of the muses hatch'te On whom Vrania hath so long time watch'te In fames rich forte with crowne triumphing Of laurell euer-greene in lustie spring After thy mortall pilgrimage dispatch'te Vnto those Planettes where thou shal't haue place With thy late sainted brother to giue light And with harmonious Sphoeres to turne in race Voutch-safe sweet Lady with a forhead bright To shine on this poore muse whose first borne fruite That you of right would take she maketh suite TO THE RIGHT VERTVOVS AND most bewtifull Lady the Lady Straunge Sweet Lady might my humble muse presume Thy bewties rare perfection to set out Whom she pride of our English court reputes Ambitious she would assume To blazon euery where about Thy bewtie whose dumbe eloquence disputes With fayre loues Queene and her by right confutes But since there is no doubt But that thy bewties prayse which shall consume Euen time it selfe exceedeth All Bryttish Ladyes deigne my muses suites Which vnacquainted of your bewtie craues Acquaintance and proceedeth T'aproche so boldly and behaues Her selfe so rudely daunted at your ●…ght As eyes in darkenesse at a suddeine light TO THE BEAVTIFVLL LADY THE Lady Brigett Manners Rose of that garlande fayrest and sweetest Of all those sweet and faire flowers Pride of chast Cynthias rich crowne Receaue this verse thy matchlesse bewtie meetest Behold thy graces which thou greetest And all the secret powers Of thine and such like bewties here set downe Here shalt thou finde thy frowne Here thy sunnie smiling Fames plumes flye with thy loues which should be fleetest Here my toues tempestes and showers These read sweet bewtie whom my muse shall crowne Who for thee such a garland is compyling Of so deuine sentes and colours As is immortall time beguiling Your bewties most affectionate seruant BARNABE BARNES A TABLE FOR TO FINDE THE SONNETTES AND MADRIGALLES SONNET PAGE 36 And thus continu 23 46 Ah pearse-eye pear 31 Mad. 18 After Auroraes 86 59