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Thomas Lodge (Томас Лодж)


To Phyllis


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.

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 I will praise thy deity.

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



Thomas Lodge's other poems:
  1. Sonnets to Phillis. 24
  2. Sonnets to Phillis. 14
  3. Sonnets to Phillis. 32
  4. Sonnets to Phillis. 13
  5. Sonnets to Phillis. 18


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Edmund Waller (Эдмунд Уоллер) To Phyllis ("Phyllis! why should we delay")

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