Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheMadrigal 13. Soft, lovely, rose-like lips, conjoined with mine!
Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)S
Breathing out precious incense such!
(Such as, at Paphos, smoke to V
Making my lips immortal, with their touch!
My cheeks, with touch of thy soft cheeks divine;
Thy soft warm cheeks, which V
Those arms, such arms! which me embraced,
Me, with immortal cincture girding round
Of everlasting bliss! then bound
With her enfolded thighs in mine entangled;
And both in one self-soul placed,
Made a hermaphrodite, with pleasures ravished!
There, heat for heat’s, soul for soul’s empire wrangled!
Why died not I, with love so largely lavished?
For ’wake (not finding truth of dreams before)
It secret vexeth ten times more!