| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet VII. How languisheth the primrose of love’s garden! | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | HOW languisheth the primrose of love’s garden! | |
| How trill her tears, th’ elixir of my senses! | |
| Ambitious sickness, what doth thee so harden? | |
| Oh spare, and plague thou me for her offences! | |
| Ah roses, love’s fair roses, do not languish; | 5 |
| Blush through the milk-white veil that holds you covered. | |
| If heat or cold may mitigate your anguish, | |
| I ’ll burn, I ’ll freeze, but you shall be recovered. | |
| Good God, would beauty mark how she is crased, | |
| How but one shower of sickness makes her tender, | 10 |
| Her judgments then to mark my woes amazed, | |
| To mercy should opinion’s fort surrender! | |
| And I,—oh would I might, or would she meant it! | |
| Should hery 1 love, who now in heart lament it. | |
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