Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheSonnet XXIV. These, mine heart-eating Eyes do never gaze
Barnabe Barnes (1569?1609)T
Upon thy sun’s harmonious marble wheels,
But from these eyes, through force of thy sun’s blaze,
Rain tears continual, whiles my faith’s true steels,
Tempered on anvil of thine heart’s cold Flint,
Strike marrow-melting fire into mine eyes;
The Tinder, whence my Passions do not stint
As Matches to those sparkles which arise.
Which, when the Taper of mine heart is lighted,
Like salamanders, nourish in the flame:
And all the Loves, with my new Torch delighted,
Awhile, like gnats, did flourish in the same;
But burnt their wings, nor any way could frame
To fly from thence, since J
His thunder) viewed my sun; but shed down tears.