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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Parthenophil and Parthenophe
Sonnet LXXIII. Why did rich Nature, Graces grant to thee?
Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)
WHY did rich Nature, Graces grant to thee?
  Since Thou art such a niggard of thy grace!
  Or how can Graces in thy body be?
  Where neither they, nor pity find a place!
Ah, they be Handmaids to thy Beauty’s Fury!        5
  Making thy face to tyrannize on men.
  Condemned before thy Beauty, by Love’s Jury;
  And by thy frowns, adjudged to Sorrow’s Den:
Grant me some grace! for Thou, with grace art wealthy;
  And kindly may’st afford some gracious thing.        10
  Mine hopes all, as my mind, weak and unhealthy;
All her looks gracious, yet no grace do bring
  To me, poor wretch! Yet be the Graces there!
  But I, the Furies in my breast do bear!

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