Thomas Lodge Quotes

I would in rich and golden coloured raine, With tempting showers in pleasant sort discend,
Thomas Lodge (1558?-1625), British poet. Phyllis (Sect. 2, l. 1-2). . . Anchor Anthology of Sixteenth-Century Verse, The. Richard S. Sylvester, ed. (1974) Doubleday Anchor Books.
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Into faire Phillis lappe (my lovely friend) When sleepe hir sence with slomber doth restraine. I would be chaunged to a milk-white Bull, When midst the gladsome fieldes she should appeare,
Thomas Lodge (1558?-1625), British poet. Phyllis (Sect. 2, l. 3-6). . . Anchor Anthology of Sixteenth-Century Verse, The. Richard S. Sylvester, ed. (1974) Doubleday Anchor Books.
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My Phillis hath prime-feathered flowers That smile when she treads on them; And Phillis hath a gallant flock That leaps since she doth own them. But Phillis hath so hard a heart—
Thomas Lodge (1558?-1625), British poet. Phyllis (Sect. 1, l. 5-9). AAS. Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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I were content to wearie out my paine, To bee Narsissus so she were a spring To drowne in hir those woes my heart do wring: And more I wish transformed to remaine: That whilest I thus in pleasures lappe did lye, I might refresh desire, which else would die.
Thomas Lodge (1558?-1625), British poet. Phyllis (Sect. 2, l. 9-14). AAS. Anchor Anthology of Sixteenth-Century Verse, The. Richard S. Sylvester, ed. (1974) Doubleday Anchor Books.
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As yields no mercy to desert, Nor grace to those that crave it. Sweet sun, when thou lookest on, Pray her regard my moan; Sweet birds, when you sing to her, To yield some pity, woo her;
Thomas Lodge (1558?-1625), British poet. Phyllis (Sect. 1, l. 11-16). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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Nature herself her shape admires; The gods are wounded in her sight; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light: Heigh ho, would she were mine!
Thomas Lodge (1558?-1625), British poet. Rosalynde; or, Euphues' Golden Legacy (l. 36-40). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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