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. 19. (Book 19)
NO sooner I had thy beautie espied,Cl•…•… washed from the dreggs of vices stayne,But heart to thee with constant loue was tyed;And thou perhapps wilt yeilde me but disdayne:Yf thou 〈◊〉〈◊〉 not my loue with loue require,I shall weare out in paine my dismall dayes,But if thy heart once harbour my delight;Then shall I liue thy heart to loue and praise.Yeilde thy consent to cure my fatall wounde,And let desert preuaile to gayne thy grace,So secret truth shall eu'r in me abounde;Yf we may meete in some conuenient place:
And then be sure his name I will deface,That should be seene to speake in thy disgrace.
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