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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Parthenophil and Parthenophe

Ode 2. Speak, Echo! tell

Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)

SPEAK, ECHO! tell

With lilies, columbines, and roses,

What their PARTHENOPHE composes? ECHO, Posies!

O sacred smell!

For those, which in her lap she closes,

The gods like well!

Speak, ECHO! tell

With daffodillies, what she doth plet

Which in such order, she doth set

For LOVE to dwell?

As She should FLORA’s chapel let? ECHO, Chaplet!

This LOVE likes well!

Speak, ECHO! tell

Why lilies and red roses like her? ECHO, Like her!

No pity with remorse will strike her!

Did Nature well,

Which did, from fairest Graces, pike her

To be mine hell?

Speak, ECHO! tell

Why columbines she entertains?

Because the proverb “Watchet” feigns,

“True loves like well!”

And do these therefore like her veins? ECHO, Her veins!

There CUPIDS dwell!

Speak, ECHO, tell

Wherefore her chaplets yellow were like,

When others here, were more her like? ECHO, Hair-like!

Yet, I know well!

Her heart is tiger-like, or bear-like,

To rocks itsell.