Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheSonnet XLI. When my sun, Cupid, took his next abiding
Barnabe Barnes (1569?1609)W
’Mongst craggy rocks and mountains, with the Goat;
Ah then, on beauty did my senses doat!
Then, had each Fair regard, my fancies guiding!
Then, more than blessed was I, if one tiding
Of female favour set mine heart afloat!
Then, to mine eyes each Maid was made a moat!
My fickle thoughts, with divers fancies sliding,
With wanton rage of lust, so me did tickle!
Mine heart, each Beauty’s captived vassal!
Nor vanquished then (as now) but with love’s prickle!
Not deeply moved (till love’s beams did discover
That lovely Nymph, P
Stop there, for fear! Love’s privilege doth pass all!