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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Parthenophil and Parthenophe

Sonnet XXXIII. Next, when the boundless fury of my sun

Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)

NEXT, when the boundless fury of my sun

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

On PALLAS, and on MARS! home, and in field!

And armed strongly (lest my better part

To milder objects should itself immix),

I vowed, “I never would, to Beauty yield!”