Thomas Lodge (Томас Лодж)

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.

1. Sonnets to Phillis. 5
2. Sonnets to Phillis. 16
3. Sonnets to Phillis. 24
4. Sonnets to Phillis. 33
5. Sonnets to Phillis. 6

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