Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheSonnet LXXXIV. My sweet Parthenophe! within thy face
Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)M
My Passions’ Calendar may plain be read!
The Golden Number told upon thine head!
The Sun days (which in card, I holy place,
And which divinely bless me with their grace)
Thy cheerful Smiles, which can recall the dead!
My Working days, thy Frowns, from favours fled!
Which set a work the furies in my breast.
These days are six to one more than the rest.
My Leap Year is (O when is that Leap Year?)
When all my cares I overleap, and feast
With her, fruition! whom I hold most dear.
And if some Calendars, the truth tell me;
Once in few years, that happy Leap shall be!