Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Phillis by Thomas Lodge (1558–1625)

		Front Matter
	I.	Oh pleasing thoughts, apprentices of love
	II.	You sacred sea-nymphs pleasantly disporting
	III.	In fancy’s world an Atlas have I been
	IV.	Long hath my sufferance laboured to enforce
	V.	Ah pale and dying infant of the spring
	VI.	It is not death which wretched men call dying
	VII.	How languisheth the primrose of love’s garden!
	VIII.	No stars her eyes to clear the wandering night
	IX.	The dewy roseate Morn had with her hairs
	X.	The rumour runs that here in Isis swim
	XI.	My frail and earthly bark, by reason’s guide
	XII.	Ah, trees, why fall your leaves so fast?
	XIII.	Love guides the roses of thy lips
	XIV.	I wrote in Mirrha’s bark, and as I wrote
	XVII.	Ah, fleeting weal! ah, sly deluding sleep
	XVIII.	As where two raging venoms are united
	XIX.	Thou tyrannising monarch that dost tire
	XX.	Some praise the looks, and others praise the locks
	XXI.	Ye heralds of my heart, mine ardent groans
	XXII.	Fair art thou, Phillis, ay, so fair, sweet maid
	XXIII.	Burst, burst, poor heart! Thou hast no longer hope
	XXIV.	No glory makes me glorious or glad
	XXV.	I wage the combat with two mighty foes
	XXVI.	I ’ll teach thee, lovely Phillis, what love is
	XXVII.	Fair eyes, whilst fearful I your fair admire
	XXVIII.	Not causeless were you christened, gentle flowers
	XXIX.	I feel myself endangered beyond reason
	XXX.	I do compare unto thy youthly clear
	XXXI.	Devoid of reason, thrall to foolish ire
	XXXII.	A thousand times to think and think the same
	XXXIII.	When first sweet Phillis, whom I must adore
	XXXIV.	I would in rich and golden-coloured rain
	XXXV.	I hope and fear, I pray and hold my peace
	XXXVI.	If so I seek the shades, I presently do see
	XXXVII.	These fierce incessant waves that stream along my face
	XXXVIII.	Who lives enthralled to Cupid and his flame
	XXXIX.	My matchless mistress, whose delicious eyes
	XL.	Resembling none, and none so poor as I

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