Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
PhillisSonnet XXXIII. When first sweet Phillis, whom I must adore
Thomas Lodge (1558–1625)W
’Gan with her beauties bless our wond’ring sky,
The son of Rhea, from their fatal store
Make all the gods to grace her majesty.
Apollo first his golden rays among,
Did form the beauty of her bounteous eyes;
He graced her with his sweet melodious song,
And made her subject of his poesies.
The warrior Mars bequeathed her fierce disdain,
Venus her smile, and Phœbe all her fair,
Python his voice, and Ceres all her grain,
The moon her locks and fingers did repair.
Young Love, his bow, and Thetis gave her feet;
Clio her praise, Pallas her science sweet.