| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet I. Oh pleasing thoughts, apprentices of love | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | OH pleasing thoughts, apprentices of love, | |
| Fore-runners of desire, sweet mithridates | |
| The poison of my sorrows to remove, | |
| With whom my hopes and fear full oft debates! | |
| Enrich yourselves and me by your self riches, | 5 |
| Which are the thoughts you spend on heaven-bred beauty, | |
| Rouse you my muse beyond our poets’ pitches, | |
| And, working wonders, yet say all is duty! | |
| Use you no eaglets’ eyes, nor phœnix’ feathers, | |
| To tower the heaven from whence heaven’s wonder sallies. | 10 |
| For why? Your sun sings sweetly to her weathers, | |
| Making a spring of winter in the valleys. | |
| Show to the world, though poor and scant my skill is, | |
| How sweet thoughts be, that are but thoughts on Phillis. | | | | |
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