Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets, Elegies, and amorous delights. VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred [by Thomas Lodge] |
Phillis | ||
Sonnet XIII.
Loue guides the roses of thy lippes,And flies about them like a bee:
If I approch he forward skippes,
And if I kisse he stingeth me.
Loue in thine eyes doth build his bower,
And sleepes within their prettie shine:
And if I looke the boy will lower,
And from their orbes shootes shaftes deuine.
Loue workes thy heart within his fire,
And in my teares doth firme the same:
And if I tempt it will retire,
And of my plaintes doth make a game.
Loue let me cull hir choycest flowers,
And pittie me, and calme hir eye,
Make soft hir heart, dissolue hir lowers,
Then will I praise thy dietie.
But if thou do not loue, Ile trulye serue hir,
In spight of thee, and by firme faith deserue hir.
Phillis | ||