| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet VI. It is not death which wretched men call dying | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | IT is not death which wretched men call dying, | |
| But that is very death which I endure, | |
| When my coy-looking nymph, her grace envying, | |
| By fatal frowns my domage doth procure. | |
| It is not life which we for life approve, | 5 |
| But that is life when on her wool-soft paps | |
| I seal sweet kisses which do batten love, | |
| And doubling them do treble my good haps. | |
| ’Tis neither love the son, nor love the mother, | |
| Which lovers praise and pray to; but that love is | 10 |
| Which she in eye and I in heart do smother. | |
| Then muse not though I glory in my miss, | |
| Since she who holds my heart and me in durance, | |
| Hath life, death, love and all in her procurance. | | | | |
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