| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet XXVI. I ’ll teach thee, lovely Phillis, what love is | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | I ’LL teach thee, lovely Phillis, what love is. | |
| It is a vision seeming such as thou, | |
| That flies as fast as it assaults mine eyes; | |
| It is affection that doth reason miss; | |
| It is a shape of pleasure like to you, | 5 |
| Which meets the eye, and seen on sudden dies; | |
| It is a double grief, a spark of pleasure | |
| Begot by vain desire. And this is love | |
| Whom in our youth we count our chiefest treasure, | |
| In age for want of power we do reprove. | 10 |
| Yea, such a power is love, whose loss is pain, | |
| And having got him we repent our gain. | | | | |
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