Sonnet VII. Her love to me, She forthwith did impawn

Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)

HER love to me, She forthwith did impawn,

And was content to set at liberty

My trembling Heart; which straight began to fawn

Upon his Mistress’ kindly courtesy.

Not many days were past, when (like a wanton)

He secretly did practise to depart;

And to PARTHENOPHE did send a canton,

Where, with sighs’ accents, he did loves impart.

And for because She deigned him that great sign

Of gentle favours, in his kind release;

He did conclude, all duty to resign

To fair PARTHENOPHE: which doth increase

These woes, nor shall my restless Muses cease!

For by her, of mine heart am I deprived;

And by her, my first sorrows’ heat revived.