| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet XXI. Ye heralds of my heart, mine ardent groans | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | YE heralds of my heart, mine ardent groans, | |
| Oh, tears which gladly would burst out to brooks, | |
| Oh, spent on fruitless sand my surging moans, | |
| Oh, thoughts enthralled unto care-boding looks! | |
| Ah, just laments of my unjust distress, | 5 |
| Ah, fond desires whom reason could not guide! | |
| Oh, hopes of love that intimate redress, | |
| Yet prove the load-stars unto bad betide! | |
| When will you cease? Or shall pain never-ceasing, | |
| Seize on my heart? Oh, mollify your rage, | 10 |
| Lest your assaults with over-swift increasing, | |
| Procure my death, or call on timeless age. | |
| What if they do? They shall but feed the fire, | |
| Which I have kindled by my fond desire. | | | | |
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