| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Parthenophil and Parthenophe | | Madrigal 16. Sleep Phœbus still, in glaucy Thetis’ lap! | | Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609) |
| | | SLEEP PHŒBUS still, in glaucy THETIS’ lap! | |
| JOVE’s eagle’s piercing eyes, be blind. | |
| Soft things whose touch is tickle to the mind, | |
| Give no like touch, all joys in one to wrap. | |
| All instruments, all birds and voices | 5 |
| Make no such heavenly music in their kind. | |
| No fruits have such sweet sap, | |
| No root such juices, | |
| No balm so much rejoices. | |
| O breath, exceeding every rich perfume! | 10 |
| For love, all pleasures in a Kiss did lap. | |
| Her eyes did give bright glances. | |
| Sight is no sight, all light with that consume. | |
| She touched my cheek! at which touch, mine heart dances. | |
| Mine eyes, in privy combat, did presume, | 15 |
| Charging my hands, to charge her middle; | |
| Whilst they threw wounding darts, and healing lances. | |
| She kissed and spoke, at once, a riddle, | |
| But such sweet meaning in dark sense, | |
| As shewed the drift of her dear sweet pretence, | 20 |
| More pleasing than the chord of harp or lute. | |
| On heavenly cherries then I feed, | |
| Whose sap deliciouser than angels’ food, | |
| Whose breath more sweet than gum, herb, flower, or bood. | |
| O kiss! that did all sense exceed! | 25 |
| No man can speak those joys! Then, Muse, be mute! | |
| But say! for sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch; | |
| In any one thing, was there ever such? | | | | |
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