Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheMadrigal 10. Thou scaled my fort, blind Captain of Conceit!
Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)[Cf. Percy’s Coelia, and Diella. ]
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But you, sweet Mistress! entered at the breach!
There, you made havoc of my heart!
There, you to triumph, did my tyrant teach!
Beware! He knows to win you by deceit!
Those ivory Walls cannot endure his dart!
That Turret, framed with heaven’s rare art,
Immured with whitest porphyry, and inset
With roses, checking Nature’s pride of ruby!
Those two true diamonds which their Windows fret,
Arched with pure gold, yet mourn in sable shade!
Warn not these, that in danger you be?
Vanquish her, little tyrant! I will true be!
And though She will not yield to me;
Yet none could thrall my heart, but She!