| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Parthenophil and Parthenophe | | Sonnet LVII. Thy beauty is the Sun, which guides my day | | Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609) |
| | | THY beauty is the Sun, which guides my day, | |
| And with his beams, to my world’s life gives light; | |
| With whose sweet favour, all my fancies play, | |
| And as birds singing, still enchant my sight. | |
| But when I seek to get my love’s chief pleasure, | 5 |
| Her frowns are like the night led by the Lamp | |
| Of PHŒBE’s chaste desires; whilst, without leisure, | |
| Graces like Stars, through all her face encamp. | |
| Then all my Fancy’s birds lie whisht, for fear; | |
| Soon as her frowns procure their shady sorrow: | 10 |
| Saving my heart, which secret shot doth bear, | |
| And nature from the nightingale doth borrow; | |
| Which from laments, because he will not rest, | |
| Hath love’s thorn-prickle pointed at his breast. | | | | |
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