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. 13 (Book 13)
UUHen Lordlin Tytan lodged in the west,And EBON darknes ou'r-swayde the light,LATONAS beams decreasing were supprest,When silent streames did murmur 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ere delight.Then I entrench'd neere to a noble marke,With courage bould a speare I tooke in hand,To wyn my will fired with honours sparke,Or loose my life in my commaunders band.My speare I brake vpon my gentle foe,Which being perform'd the second I did charge,But honours force would not be quailed so:The third I tooke my thoughts for to enlarge;Then call'd I was for treason armes to take,And wisedome would my former charge forsake.
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