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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In prayse of the Booke.
THou O too cruell guide of louers traine,Proude in thy tyrannie on yeilded harts,When shall thy thralls forget to mourne and plaine?When wilt thou cease to hurle hatefull darts?Shall all the earth fing through her spatious parts,From out the mouth of euery fordon swayne,That thou in steed of loue, breedst hellish paine,Thou dire Vsurper of caelestiall arts.
Shall heauenlie Posie be prophaned still,In woes description to thy peeuish will,Wilt thou in steed of loue, true louers kill,Far be it from a God to doe thus ill.No PARRY no, he doth but shew thee sorrow,That from woes darknes, ioy more light may borro•…•….
W. M. Esq.
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