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. 10 (Book 10)
THe onely helpe that some distressed haûe,To keepe the life though lingring in the paine,Is that a time some place will find to saue,The losse of heart procured by disdaine.Nowe place is faire yet hope I doe retaine,That distance neuer altereth the minde,The height of hills doth make the lowly plaine,The rising sunne in skie feares not the winde:And yet I see place is somewhat vnkinde,To offer me the lack of her sweete face,Which cannot solac'd be till I it find:To free my heart and loûe of loûes disgrace,O place if thou didst take her from my eye,Bring her in place where place may remedie:
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