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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POSIE. X. My sorrow is ioy. (Book 10)
SOwre is the sweet that sorrow doth mainetaine,Yet sorrow's good, that yeildeth mickle ioy,True ioy he hath, that can from ioy refrayne.Which haruest's still the fruites of deepe annoy:Yet I enthraulde in blind CVPIDOS s•…•…are,With fond conceyte in sorrows ioy I fare.
Fortun's my ioy, which sorrow still doth yeild,Her frowne I count a fauour to my soule;Sorrow doth away, and ioy hath lost the field,Yet fame in minde doth often ioy enro•…•…le:But when I thinke for whome I beare this smart,It yeilds new ioy vnto my carefull hart.
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