| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Parthenophil and Parthenophe | | Sonnet LXII. “Fie! fie, fierce Tyrant! Quench this furious rage! | | Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609) |
| | | “FIE! fie, fierce Tyrant! Quench this furious rage! | |
| O quench this rageous fury, little god! | |
| Nay, mighty god! my fury’s heat assuage! | |
| Nor are thine, little darts, nor brittle rod! | |
| Ah, that thou hadst a sweet recuring dart! | 5 |
| Or such a rod, as into health might whip me! | |
| With this, to level at my troubled heart; | |
| To warn with scourge, that no bright eye might trip me!” | |
| Vain words, which vanish with the clouds, why speak I! | |
| And bootless options, buildèd with void air! | 10 |
| How oft, enraged in hopeless Passions, break I! | |
| How oft, in false vain hope, and blank despair! | |
| How oft, left lifeless at thy cloudy frown! | |
| How oft, in Passion mounted, and plucked down! | | | | |
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