| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet VIII. No stars her eyes to clear the wandering night | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | NO stars her eyes to clear the wandering night, | |
| But shining suns of true divinity, | |
| That make the soul conceive her perfect light! | |
| No wanton beauties of humanity | |
| Her pretty brows, but beams that clear the sight | 5 |
| Of him that seeks the true philosophy! | |
| No coral is her lip, no rose her fair, | |
| But even that crimson that adorns the sun. | |
| No nymph is she, but mistress of the air, | |
| By whom my glories are but new begun. | 10 |
| But when I touch and taste as others do, | |
| I then shall write, and you shall wonder too. | | | | |
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