Barnabe Barnes sonnets, from Parthenophil and Parthenophe
 
 

       SONNET 26

       When lovely wrath my Mistress' heart assaileth,
       LOVE's golden darts take aim from her bright eyes;
       And PSYCHE, VENUS' rosy couch empaleth,
       Placed in her cheeks, with lilies, where she lies !
       And when She smiles, from her sweet looks and cheerful,
       Like PHOEBUS, when through sudden clouds he starteth
       (After stern tempests, showers, and thunder fearful) ;
       So She, my world's delight, with her smiles hearteth !
       AURORA yellow looks when my Love blushes,
       Wearing her hair's bright colour in her face !
       And from love's ruby portal lovely rushes,
       For every word she speaks, an angel's grace !
       If She be silent, every man in place
           With silence wonders her ! and if She sleep,
           Air doth, with her breath's murmur, music keep.

       SONNET 54

       When I was young, indued with Nature's graces,
         I stole blind LOVE's strong bow and golden arrows
         To shoot at redbreasts, goldfinches, and sparrows;
         At shrewd girls; and at boys, in other places.
       I shot when I was vexèd with disgraces.
         I pierced no skin, but melted up their marrows.
         How many boys and girls wished mine embraces !
         How many praised my favour, 'bove all faces !
       But once, PARTHENOPHE ! by thy sweet side sitting,
         LOVE had espied me, in a place most fitting:
         Betrayed by thine eyes' beams (which make blind see)
       He shot at me; and said "for thine eyes' light,
         This daring boy (that durst usurp my right)
         Take him ! a wounded slave to LOVE and Thee !"
 
 

       SONNET 63

       JOVE for EUROPA's love took shape of Bull;
       And for CALISTO played DIANA's part;
       And in a golden shower he fillèd full
       The lap of DANAE, with celestial art.
       Would I were changed but to my Mistress' gloves,
       That those white lovely fingers I might hide !
       That I might kiss those hands, which mine heart loves !
       Or else that chain of pearl (her neck's vain pride)
       Made proud with her neck's veins, that I might fold
       About that lovely neck, and her paps tickle !
       Or her to compass like a belt of gold !
       Or that sweet wine which down her throat doth trickle,
           To kiss her lips and lie next at her heart,
           Run through her veins, and pass by Pleasure's part !

Source: http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/Barnes01.htm

Sir John Davies, Gulling Sonnets


The lover under burthen of his mistress'  love
  Which  lyke to Ætna did his harte oppresse :
did giue such piteous grones yt he did moue
the heau'nes at length to pitty his distresse
but for the fates in theire highe Courte aboue
forbad to make the greuous burthen lesse.
the gracous powers did all conspire to proue
Yf miracle this mischeife mighte redresse ;
therefore regardinge that the  loade was such
as no man mighte with one man's mighte sustayne
and that mylde patience imported much
to him that shold indure an endles payne :
By their  decree he soone transformèd was
into a patiente burden-bearinge Asse.

Ætna  = Mt. Aetna, a volcano in Italy
       

The sacred Muse that first made love divine
Hath made him naked and without attire,
But I will clothe him with this pen of mine
That all the world his fashion shall admire.
His hat of hope, his band of beauty fine,
His cloak of craft, his doublet of desire,
Grief for a girdle, shall about him twine,
His points of pride, his eyelet holes of ire,
His hose of hate, his codpiece of conceit,
His stockings of stern strife, his shirt of shame,
His garters of vainglory gay and fleet ;
His pantofles of passions I will frame,
Pumps1 of presumption shall adorn his feet
And socks of fullness exceeding sweet.


fleet, quick.
pantofles, slippers.
1 = slipper-shoes. (Grosart's note).

Sources: http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/daviebib.htm