Richard Barnfield

“ Nor are they common natur'd stars: for why,
⁠These stars when other shine vaile their pure light,
⁠And when all other vanish out of sight,
They adde a glory to the worlds great eie.
By these two stars my life is onely led,
⁠In them I place my ioy, in them my pleasure,
⁠Loue's piercing Darts, and Natures precious treasure
With their sweet foode my fainting soule is fed:
⁠Then when my sunne is absent from my sight
⁠How can it chuse (with me) but be dark night? ”

“ Whose kisses makes thee oft thy red to lose.
⁠And blushing oft for shame, when he hath kist thee,
⁠He vades away, and thou raing'st where it list thee.
SONNET. XIIII.
Ere, hold this gioue (this milk-white cheueril gloue)
Not quaintly ouer-wrought with curious knots,
⁠Not deckt with golden spangs, nor siluer spots.
⁠Yet wholsome for thy hand as thou shalt proue.
Ah no; (sweet boy) place this gloue neere thy heart,
Weare it, and lodge it still within thy brest,
⁠So shalt thou make me (most vnhappy,) blest. ”

“ Which haue no sweet in them: when his sole kisses,
Are able to reuiue a dying soule.
⁠Kisse him, but sting him not, for if you doe,
⁠His angry voice your flying will pursue:
But when they heare his tongue, what can controule,
⁠Their back-returne? for then they plaine may see,
⁠How hony-combs from his lips dropping bee.
SONNET. IX.
Iana (on a time) walking the wood,
⁠To sport herselfe, of her faire traine forlorne,
⁠Chaunc't for to pricke her foote against a thorne,
And from thence issu'd out a streame of blood. ”