English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 63. Phillis |
| | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
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| LOVE 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. | |
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| Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, | 5 |
| And sleeps within their pretty shine; | |
| And if I look the boy will lower, | |
| And from their orbs shoot shafts divine. | |
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| Love works thy heart within his fire, | |
| And in my tears doth firm the same; | 10 |
| And if I tempt it will retire, | |
| And of my plaints doth make a game. | |
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| Love, let me cull her choicest flowers; | |
| And pity me, and calm her eye; | |
| Make soft her heart, dissolve her lowers; | 15 |
| Then will I praise thy deity. | |
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| But if thou do not, Love, I’ll truly serve her | |
| In spite of thee, and by firm faith deserve her. | |
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