| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet X. The rumour runs that here in Isis swim | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | THE RUMOUR runs that here in Isis swim | |
| Such stately swans so confident in dying, | |
| That when they feel themselves near Lethe’s brim, | |
| They sing their fatal dirge when death is nighing. | |
| And I, like these, that feel my wounds are mortal, | 5 |
| Contented die for her whom I adore; | |
| And in my joyful hymns do still exhort all | |
| To die for such a saint or love no more. | |
| Not that my torments or her tyranny | |
| Enforce me to enjoin so hard a task, | 10 |
| But for I know, and yield no reason why, | |
| But will them try that have desire to ask. | |
| As love hath wreaths his pretty eyes to seel, | |
| So lovers must keep secret what they feel. | | | | |
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