THOMAS LODGE

And Phillis hath a gallant flock,

That leaps since she doth own them.

But Phillis hath too hard a heart, Alas that she should have it!

It yields no mercy to desert,

Nor grace to those that crave it.

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T OVE guards the roses of thy lips -*~' And flies about them like a bee ; If I approach he forward skips, And if I kiss he stingeth me.

Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, And sleeps within their pretty shine ;

And if I look the boy will lower,

And from their orbs shoot shafts divine.

Love works thy heart within his fire, And in my tears doth firm the same;

And if I tempt it will retire,

And of my plaints doth make a game.

Love, let me cull her choicest flowers ;

And pity me, and calm her eye ; Make soft her heart, dissolve her lowers

Then will I praise thy deity.

But if thou do not, Love, I'll truly serve hei In spite of thee, and by firm faith deserve her.

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