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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Parthenophil and Parthenophe
Elegy XI. Was it decreed by Fate’s too certain doom
Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)
WAS it decreed by Fate’s too certain doom
  That under Cancer’s Tropic (where the Sun
  Still doth his race, in hottest circuit run)
  My mind should dwell (and in none other room),
  Where comforts all be burnt before the bloom?        5
Was it concluded by remorseless Fate
  That underneath th’ Erymanthian Bear,
  Beneath the Lycaonian axletree
  (Where ceaseless snows, and frost’s extremity
  Hold jurisdiction) should remain my Fear;        10
Where all mine hopes be nipt before the Bear?
  Was it thus ordered that, till my death’s date,
  When PH&140;BUS runs on our meridian line,
  When mists fall down beneath our hemisphere,
  And CYNTHIA, with dark antipodes doth shine,        15
That my Despair should hold his Mansion there?
  Where did the fatal Sisters this assign?
  Even when this judgement to them was awarded;
  The silent Sentence issued from her eyne,
  Which neither pity, nor my cares regarded.        20

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