| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet XXII. Fair art thou, Phillis, ay, so fair, sweet maid | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | FAIR art thou, Phillis, ay, so fair, sweet maid | |
| As nor the sun, nor I have seen more fair, | |
| For in thy cheeks sweet roses are embayed, | |
| And gold more pure than gold doth gild thy hair. | |
| Sweet bees have hived their honey on thy tongue, | 5 |
| And Hebe spiced her nectar with thy breath; | |
| About thy neck do all the graces throng, | |
| And lay such baits as might entangle death. | |
| In such a breast what heart would not be thrall | |
| From such sweet arms who would not wish embraces? | 10 |
| At thy fair hands who wonders not at all, | |
| Wonder itself through ignorance embases? | |
| Yet natheless though wondrous gifts you call these, | |
| My faith is far more wonderful than all these. | | | | |
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