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Thomas Lodge (Томас Лодж)


Sonnets to Phillis. 6


  It is not death which wretched men call dying,
But that is very death which I endure,
When my coy-looking nymph, her grace envying,
By fatal frowns my domage doth procure.
  It is not life which we for life approve,
But that is life when on her wool-soft paps
I seal sweet kisses which do batten love,
And doubling them do treble my good haps.
  'Tis neither love the son, nor love the mother,
Which lovers praise and pray to; but that love is
Which she in eye and I in heart do smother.
Then muse not though I glory in my miss,
  Since she who holds my heart and me in durance,
  Hath life, death, love and all in her procurance.



Thomas Lodge's other poems:
  1. Sonnets to Phillis. 24
  2. Sonnets to Phillis. 14
  3. Sonnets to Phillis. 32
  4. Sonnets to Phillis. 40
  5. Sonnets to Phillis. 18


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