Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets, Elegies, and amorous delights. VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred [by Thomas Lodge] |
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Sonnet XV.
My Phillis hath the morning sunne,At first to looke vppon hir.
And Phillis hath morne-waking birdes,
Hir risinges for to honour.
My Phillis hath prime-feathered flowers,
That smile when she treades on them,
And Phillis hath a gallant flocke,
That leapes since she doth owne them.
But Phillis hath so hard a heart
Ah-las, that she should haue it.
As yeeldes no mercie to desart,
Nor grace to those that craue it:
Sweet sunne when thou lookest on,
Pray hir regarde my moane.
Sweet birdes when you sing to hir,
To yeeld some pittie wooe hir.
Sweet flowers when as she treades on,
Tell hir, hir beautie deades one:
And if in life hir loue, she nill agree me,
Pray hir before I die, she will come see me.
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