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Sonnets to Phillis. 25 I wage the combat with two mighty foes, Which are more strong than I ten thousand fold; The one is when thy pleasure I do lose, The other, when thy person I behold. In seeing thee a swarm of loves confound me, And cause my death in spite of my resist, And if I see thee not, thy want doth wound me, For in thy sight my comfort doth consist. The one in me continual care createth, The other doth occasion my desire; The one the edge of all my joy rebateth, The other makes me a phoenix in love's fire. So that I grieve when I enjoy your presence, And die for grief by reason of your absence. Thomas Lodge's other poems:
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