Poems by Thomas Lodge
Love Is a Sickness
... Why so? More we enjoy it, more it dies ...
Rosaline
... Heigh ho, my heart, would God that she were mine! ...
Rosalinds Madrigal
... Ill count your power not worth a pin ...
The Earth, Late Chok'd with Showers
... they jolly, I sad and pensive wholly ...
Phillis 01
... That leaps since she doth own them ...
Phillis 02
... In spite of thee, and by firm faith deserve her ...
Like to the Clear in Highest Sphere
... alind,Since for her fair there is fairer none,Nor for her virtues so divine: Heigh ho, fair Rosalind ...
