Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheMadrigal 5. Such strange effects wrought by thought-wounding Cupid
Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)S
In changing me to fish, his baits to swallow;
With poison choking me, unless that you bid
Him to my stomach give some antidote!
Fly, little god, with wings of swallow!
Or if thy feathers fast float,
That antidote from my heart’s Empress bring!
My feeble senses to revive:
Lest (if thou wave it with an eagle’s wing)
Too late thou come, and find me not alive!