| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet III. In fancy’s world an Atlas have I been | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | IN fancy’s world an Atlas have I been, | |
| Where yet the chaos of my ceaseless care | |
| Is by her eyes unpitied and unseen, | |
| In whom all gifts but pity planted are, | |
| For mercy though still cries my moan-clad muse, | 5 |
| And every paper that she sends to beauty, | |
| In tract of sable tears brings woeful news, | |
| Of my true heart, kind thoughts, and loyal duty. | |
| But ah the strings of her hard heart are strained | |
| Beyond the harmony of my desires; | 10 |
| And though the happy heavens themselves have pained, | |
| To tame her heart whose will so far aspires, | |
| Yet she who claims the title of world’s wonder, | |
| Thinks all deserts too base to bring her under. | | | | |
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