| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Parthenophil and Parthenophe | | Sonnet XVII. How then succeedeth that, amid this woe | | Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609) |
| | | HOW then succeedeth that, amid this woe, | |
| (Where Reason’s sense doth from my soul divide) | |
| By these vain lines, my fits be specified; | |
| Which from their endless ocean, daily flow? | |
| Where was it born? Whence, did this humour grow, | 5 |
| Which, long obscured with melancholy’s mist, | |
| Inspires my giddy brains unpurified | |
| So lively, with sound reasons, to persist | |
| In framing tuneful Elegies, and Hymns | |
| For her, whose names my Sonnets note so trims; | 10 |
| That nought but her chaste name so could assist? | |
| And my Muse in first tricking out her limbs, | |
| Found in her lifeless Shadow such delight; | |
| That yet She shadows her, when as I write. | | | | |
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