Sinetes passions vppon his fortunes offered for an incense at the shrine of the ladies which guided his distempered thoughtes. The patrons patheticall posies, sonets, maddrigals, and rowndelayes. Together with Sinetes dompe. By Robert Parry Gent.

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Sinetes passions vppon his fortunes offered for an incense at the shrine of the ladies which guided his distempered thoughtes. The patrons patheticall posies, sonets, maddrigals, and rowndelayes. Together with Sinetes dompe. By Robert Parry Gent.
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Parry, Robert, fl. 1540-1612.
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At London :: Printed by T[homas] P[urfoot] for William Holme, and are to be sould on Ludgate hill at the signe of the holy Lambe,
1597.
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To Paris darling.

UU•…•…re I sheapheard as I am a woodman, Thy Paris would I be if not thy goodman▪ And yet might I performe to thee that dutie, Yf thou wilt add that fauour to thy beautie.
Nowe that these feastes make other minions frolike, Why is my loue, my doue, so melancholike: O but I neere gesse, what the cause should be, Which to tell, tel-tale paper, were but follie; Ile therefore for this time conceale it wholye: For that must counsell betwixt thee and mee, Twivt thee and me where none may heere nor see.
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