Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheSonnet XXXVI. And thus continuing with outrageous fire
Barnabe Barnes (1569?1609)A
My sun, proceeding forward (to my sorrow!),
Took up his Court; but willing to retire
Within the Lion’s den, his rage did borrow.
But whiles within that Mansion he remained,
How cruel was P
And when of my great sorrows I complained,
She Lion-like, wished “they might tenfold be!”
Then did I rage; and in unkindly Passions,
I rent mine hair, and razed my tender skin;
And raving in such frantic fashions,
That with such cruelty she did begin
To feed the fire which I was burnèd in.
Can woman brook to deal so sore with men?
She, man’s woe! learned it in the Lion’s den!