Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheSestine 4. Echo! What shall I do to my Nymph, when I go to behold her?
Barnabe Barnes (1569?1609)E
So dare I not! lest She should think that I make her a prey then!
Yea, but at me, She will take scorn, proceeded of honour!
Me bear will She (with her, to deal so saucily) never!
Yea, but I greatly fear She will have pure thoughts to refuse such.
Then will I venture again more bold, if you warn me to do so!
But what if my tears and sighs be too weak to remove her?
So shall ye move huge Alps with tears and sighs, if you may such!
If any that, shall affirm for a truth; I shall hold that they lie then!
If I study to death, in kind, shall I lie never!
O! what is it to lie? Is’t not dishonour?
Then will I wrest out sighs, and wring forth tears when I do so?
Lest She find my craft, with her I may toy never?
Then, if you jest in kind with her, you win her?
Then, what time She laughs from her heart, shall I smile then?
They that like my toys! is it harm, if I kiss such?
In what space, shall I know, whether her love resteth in honour?
O for such a sweet hour! My life of hours will I pray then!
Then if I find, as I would; more bold to urge her, I may be so?
But if she do refuse! then, woe to th’Attempter!
She will proudly refuse! She speaks in jest never!
Then such as these, be the true best signs to seek out such?
Such will I seek! But what shall I do, when I first shall attempt her!
How shall I tempt her, ere She stand on terms of her honour?
O might I come to that! I think ’tis even so.
Strongly to tempt and move, at first, is surely the best then?
With such a blunt Proem, Ladies, shall I move never?
I must wait, on an inch, on such Nymphs whom I regard so;
Those whom, in heart, I love; my faith doth firmly deserve such.
Then to become their slaves, is no great dishonour?
But to the Muses, first, I will recommend her!
If that I write their praise; by my verse, shall they live never?
If thy words be true; with thanks, take adieu then.