| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Parthenophil and Parthenophe | | Sonnet XCI. These bitter gusts, which vex my troubled seas | | Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609) |
| | | THESE bitter gusts, which vex my troubled seas, | |
| And move with force, my sorrow’s floods to flow; | |
| My Fancy’s ship tost here and there by these, | |
| Still floats in danger, ranging to and fro. | |
| How fears my Thoughts’ swift pinnace, thine hard rock! | 5 |
| Thine heart’s hard rock, least thou mine Heart (his pilot) | |
| Together with himself, should rashly knock | |
| And being quite dead-stricken, then should cry late, | |
| “Ah me!” too late to thy remorseless self. | |
| Now when thy mercies all been banished, | 10 |
| And blown upon thine hard rock’s ruthless shelf; | |
| My soul in sighs is spent and vanished. | |
| Be pitiful, alas! and take remorse! | |
| Thy beauty too much practiseth his force! | | | | |
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