Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets, Elegies, and amorous delights. VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred [by Thomas Lodge] |
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Sonnet VI.
It is not death which wretched men call dying,But that is very death which I endure:
When my coy looking Nimph (hir grace enuying,)
By fatall frownes my domage doth procure.
It is not life which we for life approue,
But that is life when on hir woul-soft pappes,
I seale sweet kisses, which do batten loue:
And doubling them do treble my good happes.
Tis neither loue the sonne, nor loue the mother,
Which louers praise and pray to; but that loue is:
Which she in eye and I in heart do smother,
Then muse not tho I glory in my misse.
Since she who holdes my heart, and me in durance,
Hath life, death, loue and all in hir procureance.
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