Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheSonnet XXXIII. Next, when the boundless fury of my sun
Barnabe Barnes (1569?1609)N
Began in higher climates, to take fire;
And with it, somewhat kindled my Desire.
Then, lest I should have wholly been undone;
(For now mine age have thrice seven winters run)
With studies, and with labours did I tire
Mine itching Fancies! which did still aspire.
Then, from those objects (which their force begun,
Through wandering fury, to possess mine heart),
Mine eyes, their vain seducers, I did fix
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And armed strongly (lest my better part
To milder objects should itself immix),
I vowed, “I never would, to Beauty yield!”