| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Parthenophil and Parthenophe | | Sonnet XXXV. Next, when my sun, by progress, took his hold | | Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609) |
| | | NEXT, when my sun, by progress, took his hold | |
| In Cancer, of my Mistress’ crafty mind; | |
| How retrograde seemed She! when as I told | |
| That “in his claws, such torches I did find; | |
| Which if She did not to my tears lay plain | 5 |
| That they might quenchèd be from their outrage; | |
| My love’s hot June should be consumed in pain, | |
| Unless her pity make my grief assuage.” | |
| O, how She frowns! and like the Crab, back turns! | |
| When I request her put her beams apart; | 10 |
| Yet with her beams, my soul’s delight, She burns! | |
| She pities not to think upon my smart! | |
| Nor from her Cancer’s claws can I depart: | |
| For there, the torch of my red-hot Desire | |
| Grieves and relieves me, with continual fire. | 15 | | | |
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