Quotation by Thomas Lodge

I were content to wearie out my paine,
To bee Narsissus so she were a spring
To drowne in hir those woes my heart do wring:
And more I wish transformed to remaine:
That whilest I thus in pleasures lappe did lye,
I might refresh desire, which else would die.
Thomas Lodge (1558?–1625), British poet. Phyllis (Sect. 2, l. 9–14).

AAS. Anchor Anthology of Sixteenth-Century Verse, The. Richard S. Sylvester, ed. (1974) Doubleday Anchor Books.
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