| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet XXVII. Fair eyes, whilst fearful I your fair admire | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | FAIR eyes, whilst fearful I your fair admire, | |
| By unexpressèd sweetness that I gain, | |
| My memory of sorrow doth expire, | |
| And falcon-like I tower joy’s heavens amain, | |
| But when your suns in oceans of their glory | 5 |
| Shut up their day-bright shine, I die for thought; | |
| So pass my joys as doth a new-played story, | |
| And one poor sigh breaths all delight to naught. | |
| So to myself I live not, but for you; | |
| For you I live, and you I love, but none else. | 10 |
| Oh then, fair eyes, whose light I live to view, | |
| Or poor forlorn despised to live alone else, | |
| Look sweet, since from the pith of contemplation | |
| Love gathereth life, and living, breedeth passion. | | | | |
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