Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheSonnet III. He, when continual vigil moved my Watch
Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)H
Some deal, by chance, with careful guard to slumber:
The prison’s keys from them did slowly snatch;
Which of the five, were only three in number.
The first was Sight, by which he searched the wards;
The next was Hearing, quickly to perceive,
Lest that the Watchmen heard, which were his guards;
Third, Touch, which V
These (though the springs, wards, bolts, or gimbols were
The miracles of V
Laid open all, for his escape. Now, there,
The watchmen grinned for his impiety.
What crosses bred this contrariety,
That by these keys, my thoughts, in chains be left;
And by these keys, I, of mine heart bereft?