| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet XXXVII. These fierce incessant waves that stream along my face | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | THESE fierce incessant waves that stream along my face, | |
| Which show the certain proof of my ne’er-ceasing pains, | |
| Fair Phillis, are no tears that trickle from my brains; | |
| For why? Such streams of ruth within me find no place. | |
| These floods that wet my cheeks are gathered from thy grace | 5 |
| And thy perfections, and from hundred thousand flowers | |
| Which from thy beauties spring; whereto I medley showers | |
| Of rose and lilies too, the colours of thy face. | |
| My love doth serve for fire, my heart the furnace is, | |
| The aperries of my sighs augment the burning flame, | 10 |
| The limbec is mine eye that doth distil the same; | |
| And by how much my fire is violent and sly, | |
| By so much doth it cause the waters mount on high, | |
| That shower from out mine eyes, for to assuage my miss. | | | | |
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