| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Parthenophil and Parthenophe | | Madrigal 18. After Aurora’s blush, the sun arose | | Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609) |
| | | AFTER Aurora’s blush, the sun arose | |
| And spread his beams! | |
| With whose clear gleams | |
| My prickless rosebud veils his purple leaves! | |
| In whose sweet folds, Morning did pearls enclose, | 5 |
| Where sun his beams, in orb-like circle weaves, | |
| And then t’enrich, stole those | |
| Nature’s beauty, PHŒBUS’ virtue, Love’s incense; | |
| Whose favour, sap, and savour, my sense ’reaves. | |
| My Muse had these for themes: | 10 |
| They, to my Muse; my Muse, to them, defence. | |
| PHŒBUS, sometimes, LOVE’s Oracles sends thence. | |
| Thus by my sun, a rose, | |
| (Though a sweet rose prickless!) | |
| Prickles arose; dear prickle! | 15 |
| Which me diseaseth much, though I be sickless. | |
| Nought me of joy bereaves; | |
| Save favour, sap, and favour, all be fickle. | |
| Blush not for shame that thy sun spread his wings! | |
| My soul in sunder cleaves! | 20 |
| After AURORA’s blush, the sun arose! | | | | |
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