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. 9 (Book 9)
AS eye bewrayeth the secretes of my minde,I did regard an Eglantine most faire,That sprong in sight of sun that brightly shind,And yet no sunne her springing could empayre.I did reioyce to come within her aire,Her sweetenes to receiue within my brest:O that her se•…•…t in hart ay might I weare,With griping griefe heart should not be opprest,Heart panting sore would cease or take some rest,And feare disloyall vanish would away,Then ouer griefe in triumph were I blest,To be reuiued when life went to decay,With shadow hide me from these hart-breake showers,And with thy sent refresh me in thy bowers.
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