Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheSonnet L. So warble out your tragic notes of sorrow
Barnabe Barnes (1569?1609)S
Black harp of liver-pining Melancholy!
Black Humour, patron of my Fancy’s folly!
Mere follies, which from Fancy’s fire, borrow
Hot fire; which burns day, night, midnight, and morrow.
Long morning which prolongs my sorrows solely,
And ever overrules my Passions wholly:
So that my fortune, where it first made sorrow,
Shall there remain, and ever shall it plow
The bowels of mine heart; mine heart’s hot bowels!
And in their furrows, sow the Seeds of Love;
Which thou didst sow, and newly spring up now
And make me write vain words: no words, but Vowels!
For nought to me, good Consonant would prove.