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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Sonetto. 1 (Book 1)
REade these my lines the the carrecters of care,Sweete Nymph these lynes reade ou'r & ou'r againe,View in this glasse (that glorie doth prepare,)The depth of worthes which in thee doth remaine,Heare I set foorth the garden of thy grace,With plentie stor'd of choyse and sweetest flowers,Where I for thee abortiue thoughtes embrace;When in conceyte hope lodgeth in thy bowers.Heare shalt thou finde the Orphans of my hope,Shad'wed with vaile eu'n of thy rare defeart,Of all my thoughtes here shalt thou finde the scope,Which to the worlde thy honour shalt ympart.Thus will I say when skies aduaunce thy name,Liue HELENS peere eternized thy fame.
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