Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheSonnet LXVII. If Cupid keep his quiver in thine eye
Barnabe Barnes (1569?1609)I
And shoot at over-daring gazers’ hearts!
Alas, why be not men afraid! and fly
As from M
Ah, when he draws his string, none sees his bow!
Nor hears his golden-feathered arrows sing!
Ay me! till it be shot, no man doth know;
Until his heart be prickèd with the sting.
Like semblance bears the musket in the field:
It hits, and kills unseen! till unawares,
To death, the wounded man his body yield.
And thus a peasant, C
This difference left ’twixt M
That C