Thomas Lodge (Томас Лодж)

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.

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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