Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheElegy XI. Was it decreed by Fates too certain doom
Barnabe Barnes (1569?1609)W
That under Cancer’s Tropic (where the Sun
Still doth his race, in hottest circuit run)
My mind should dwell (and in none other room),
Where comforts all be burnt before the bloom?
Was it concluded by remorseless Fate
That underneath th’ Erymanthian Bear,
Beneath the Lycaonian axletree
(Where ceaseless snows, and frost’s extremity
Hold jurisdiction) should remain my Fear;
Where all mine hopes be nipt before the Bear?
Was it thus ordered that, till my death’s date,
When P
When mists fall down beneath our hemisphere,
And C
That my Despair should hold his Mansion there?
Where did the fatal Sisters this assign?
Even when this judgement to them was awarded;
The silent Sentence issued from her eyne,
Which neither pity, nor my cares regarded.