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Sonnets to Phillis. 35 I hope and fear, I pray and hold my peace, Now freeze my thoughts and straight they fry again, I now admire and straight my wonders cease, I loose my bonds and yet myself restrain; This likes me most that leaves me discontent, My courage serves and yet my heart doth fail, My will doth climb whereas my hopes are spent, I laugh at love, yet when he comes I quail; The more I strive, the duller bide I still. I would be thralled, and yet I freedom love, I would redress, yet hourly feed mine ill, I would repine, and dare not once reprove; And for my love I am bereft of power, And strengthless strive my weakness to devour. Thomas Lodge's other poems:
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