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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XXV. I wage the combat with two mighty foes
Thomas Lodge (1558–1625)
I WAGE the combat with two mighty foes,
Which are more strong than I ten thousand fold;
The one is when thy pleasure I do lose,
The other, when thy person I behold.
  In seeing thee a swarm of loves confound me        5
And cause my death in spite of my resist,
And if I see thee not, thy want doth wound me,
For in thy sight my comfort doth consist.
  The one in me continual care createth,
The other doth occasion my desire;        10
The one the edge of all my joy rebateth,
The other makes me a phœnix in love’s fire.
  So that I grieve when I enjoy your presence,
  And die for grief by reason of your absence.

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