Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheSonnet LXXXIX. What be those hairs dyed like the marigold?
Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)W
ECHO, Gold!
What is that brow, whose frown make any moan?
ECHO, Anemone!
What were her eyes, when the great lords controlled?
ECHO, Rolled!
What be they, when from them, be loves thrown?
ECHO, LOVE’ s throne!
What were her cheeks (when blushes rose) like?
ECHO, Rose-like!
What are those lips, which ’bove pearls’ rew be?
ECHO, Ruby!
Her ivory shoulders, what be those like?
ECHO, Those like!
What saints are like her? speak, if you be!
ECHO, Few be!
Thou dwell’st in rocks, hart-like! somewhat then?
ECHO, What then?
And rocks dwell in her heart! is ’tis true?
ECHO, ’Tis true!
Whom she loves best? know this, cannot men!
ECHO, Not men!
Pass him, she loathes! Then I dismiss you!
ECHO, Miss you!
What sex to whom, men sue so vain much?
ECHO, Vain much!
Furies there fires, and I complain such?
ECHO, Plain such!